My heart

I had a heart, I lost it though;
now it follows where e’er she goes.
That wife of mine, her gentle soul
took my heart and made me whole.
I loved her then, as I love her still
and I know deep down I always will.
She is my future, she is my past,
she is my love, the die is cast.

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