I hold your heart into my palm,
Your precious gift to me.
It’s beat so gentle and so calm,
And as the wind it’s free.
I hold your heart into my palm,
My tears flow in it’s veins.
Your heart is clear and true as psalm.
It breaks all doubts and chains.
I hold your heart into my palm,
And give you mine to keep.
I pray to my beloved Lord
That He won’t ease our grip.
I Hold Your Heart
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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