Her Heart
Her heart is a treasure of hurts.
With her I'm rich and strong and proud
a broken man made whole and free;
by the wealth of wounds left in her heart.
Her beauty grows from her wisdom
and from heaven's hand on her grace;
she is a trophy fit for kings
yet not fit for their hands.
She shames the normal people
with a glory they can't stand.
For years now she has buried
her disappointment with the world;
her heart is a treasure-trove
in the breast of a beautiful girl.
DH ([email protected])
With her I'm rich and strong and proud
a broken man made whole and free;
by the wealth of wounds left in her heart.
Her beauty grows from her wisdom
and from heaven's hand on her grace;
she is a trophy fit for kings
yet not fit for their hands.
She shames the normal people
with a glory they can't stand.
For years now she has buried
her disappointment with the world;
her heart is a treasure-trove
in the breast of a beautiful girl.
DH ([email protected])