My heart is like a true bourne wind
That carries heavy drops
Of springtide rain on wistful wings,
Its pulsing never stops
My heart is like a water flow
Relentless and revived
It rushes through terrain unknown
Unlimited and wild
My heart is anything but love
Be earth, be wind, be fire!
Be something that is hard to carve
Be rid of passion spire!
But then you come and feed my heart
With all there is of you
And all of you my heart devours
And a sprout of love comes through…