I think of that night when you first held me,
When you started the search for my heart's key,
I told you it had long been lost,
And my heart had succumb to frost,
I know you insist, even if the key is missing,
That somehow, with enough tender kissing,
You'll be able to pick the lock,
Before time runs out on my clock,
You see, my heart will soon expire,
(a situation quite dire)
If you don't manage to wriggle in and admire,
The pearl chambers of my heart's tower,
Please, I beg you, find your power,
And come to me before my last hour.
Send pulses of your love my way,
And keep hoping I'll stay,
Perhaps I will, one day,
I really just have to say,
Please, hurry up, find the key,
The one for little old me,
Cause I don't want to live another day
without having love to convey.
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