Why should I say that it’s hard to take?
And shun away from a heart made of stone?
When these skillful hands of mine can make,
A figurine divine, chiseled out of stone!
Why should I shiver pale in fear?
And move away from an unfeeling heart cold?
When a heartfelt mind of mine that spreads cheer,
Can melt it warm, that heart which feels cold!
Why should I take for granted?
That a desired heart wouldn’t beat for me?
When I know for sure, this heart was all that I wanted,
Which will my soul mate become, and for ages to come will be with me…