I have a heart in my hands.

I have a heart in my hands.
Precious a possession it is.
Filled with love,
my whole being it warms.

I have a heart in my hands.
Handle it with care, I’m told.
With material fragile, when broken,
to one harm or hurt it can bring.

I have a heart in my hands.
Deep into the ocean of love it has dived.
Mine, it calls to enjoy,
when too deep the waters get, rescue us who will.

I have a heart in my hands.
Potions of love it pumps out.
When I drink spells of love I’m cast into.

I have a heart in my hands.
Too hot it burns with love.
With my hands I’m unable to handle,
but the fire my heart can handle.

Now I have a heart in my heart.
And my heart is in someone’s hands
But the heart is where it should be.