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An Open Heart

I met you one night,
At a party where lady
kissed her boy,
and shared her love.

Love was in the air,
As it is in our hearts,
Every day,
and every where.

And sometimes I sit there,
thinking of life's mistakes,
Loving something,
Which I already let go...

Sometimes I fear
That I wont go back,
That my past will stay there,
and that you, will be gone forever.

But that is not true love.
Every second that I close my eyes,
I don't think, I feel.
My heart is in my mind,
And you are in my heart.

At the very moment of fear,
where we follow our heart,
and risk everything,
Something beautiful happens.

My love, you are following your heart,
You are opening yourself,
To life's most beautiful gift,
The gift of love.

Don't worry about falling,
because everyone does.

I can't tell you you won't get hurt,
I can't tell you things will work out,
But I can tell you one thing,
What you are doing is right,

You are letting yourself feel,
You are becoming vulnerable,
You are becoming beautiful,
because you are following your heart,

Don't let the outcome of the trails of love
stop you from taking them in the future.
Love is rough,
and sometimes you will reach dead ends.

But the beautiful thing is
that you opened your heart,
and let yourself feel.
Remind yourself of one thing babe,

You took that risk,
and opened your heart.
And that very action,
is as beautiful as things get,

You are the diamond
amongst the many who never dared
to open their heart, in fear of love.

=] te quiero,
qk.

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