Please stop and think, before you push away a heart in Love with you;
By chance, or by design... condemned;
with no appeal, and no reprieve.
This solitary confinement of a heart...
the saddest thing, it's true...
such broken hearts so rarely, fully mend;
this truth, you must believe.

Unrequited love... the catalyst to countless, shattered dreams
and hopes, of what, might once have been;
all lost... like tears, in falling rain.
Such hearts are foolish, they are blind...
they cannot see the truth, it seems;
just chasing rainbows; deafened by love's soft, seductive, sweet refrain.

If you know that such a heart loves you;
be gentle, please be kind;
if you have no desire to hold that heart to you, please... tell it so,
and, free it gently; please don't bruise it...
and, perhaps, it might yet find
its rightful home... if not with you...
then, somewhere love might bloom and grow.


for, every heart deserves the chance to soar; perhaps, to touch the sky;
if, not with you; please, set it free...
less it should lose the will to fly.