This heart is mine written by Alan.s.Robinson

You can, have these sugared kisses laid, lightly on your lips

Feel the, soft warmth of expectancy from, gentle finger tips

That, brush over your skin as, slowly we begin

The, velvet touch of lovers to soothe, your awakening

But my heart, my heart is, mine now.

You can have the hand held walk across the super market car park

Parading me in public an accessory of the heart

Introducing me to your friends with my arm around your waist

And my smile of acquiescence to the hopes that you embrace

But my heart, my heart is mine now

You can have the evening home bound cuddled up on your settee

One arm around your incline head one hand upon your knee

One loyal serving servant to lay low at your feet

Indulging you with chocolates and honeyed kisses sweet

But my heart, my heart is mine now

From the dust dried furrow and it’s withered crop

To the wind blasted ridge and its weathered rock

From the poisoned river of industrial waste

That is an open sewer of the souls disgrace

To the fire ravage scrub of the bleak low heath

And the desolation that is the high moors grief

All this landscape tortured by time

This heart is mine, this heart is mine.

You may have the silver shilling taken for my toil

And every penny saved to make the shining sovereign royal

The guineas saved for rainy days, the pennies spared for thoughts

Every farthing you deserve I’ll pay no due charge short

But this heart, this heart is mine

You can have each single second that makes the measly minute

And every hour of the day from the first chime that begins it

You can have each monument to time, the weeks, the months, the years

Every moment that I have is yours if you should want me near

But my heart is mine, my heart is mine now

You can have my best intentions, profit from my best laid plans

I will seek to serve your needs with all thoughtfulness at my command

You can have such deep concern as to you happiness and well being

As men can summon to the world, with eyes of mercy seeing

But my heart, my heart is mine now

From the dust dried furrow and it’s withered crop

To the wind blasted ridge and its weathered rock

From the poisoned river of industrial waste

That is an open sewer of the souls disgrace

To the fire ravage scrub of the bleak low heath

And the desolation that is the high moors grief

All this landscape tortured by time

This heart is mine, this heart is mine

You can have the sworn oath and my fidelity assured

Faithfully I will not stray nor ever dream abroad

You can have the treasured token the symbol of intent

And I will wear so lightly the gilded chains that symbol meant

But my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart is mine now.