With an icy chill my heart freezes.
With a love never seen.
My heart is given the final blow and breaks.
The puzzle pieces of my heart now shattered.
With skillful hands he knows my heart.
He picks up the glass,
red hot blood dripping down his hand,
He works with a smile on his face,
knowing the love,
that this will deliver.
With a heart restored,
I melt under his dear,
Grace.
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