Love Song

My heart is like a flower for my love
That blooms as I hold her tenderly
But it’s planted deep in fear
Just as heavy as the tear
That whispers low her love is not for me

My love is true
For her it is true
And I pray that her love is mine

My love is like the first star of the night
That brightens up the world’s first darkness
Like love stories very old
A million times been told
Her eyes are worth more than bright diamonds

Alone at night in my dark lonesome room
I lay awake sadly dreaming
Though she’s not very near
But I still can hear
Her soft and tender heart a-beating