My heart was lost to me, hidden
Away in a box, perhaps deep
Down under the sea, maybe left
Forgotten in some sad old house
In a corner or a cupboard.
So forgotten I didn't know
It wasn't there; just messages
And the pull of desperation...
Had I given it to Death, then,
That dark romantic seducer?
Wandering, for what not knowing,
Some distant voice, a reflection.
Then through a simple miracle
As may happen every day,
Like the sunrise, like coming home,
I found my heart, passion and song.
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