My heart, it is a stone castle of old,
With a stone gate which gardens do surround
The multitude pass by, it is unfound
But in the garden tread some of the bold
And further still, into the parlor some
Are entertained with high tea for the day
Then most depart and even fewer stay,
To wander corridors, some light, some glum,
A select few have rooms, should they depart,
Open for them, these rooms shall always be,
But unto you have I given the key
The key to every room within my heart
The second that you walked in through the doors
I saw then that my heart was always yours
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this is so sweet!
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