There are two hearts on the floor

One is mine, both are yours.

There are two hearts on the floor.

One is mine, both are yours.

If there are two oranges on the plate, I'd peel one for you, and one for me. If you wanted the two, then both would be yours.

If my fingers were aching, and my hands were itching, and I couldn't peel oranges. If you asked, I would.

If you asked for my heart, I'd take it out, I'd give it to you.

If you asked for my time, I'd give you half my day.

If you asked for my warmth, I'd give you a long hug.

If you asked for my eyes, I'd turn my gaze from the moon, to you.

I think the moon reads my thoughts, my eyes. I tell her about you, she reads my eyes. I whisper your name, like my little secret. It's heavy on my lips. My heart beats an octave deeper when I mention your name, a whisper, like a prayer.

There are two hearts on the floor.

There are two hearts on a silver platter.

One is mine, both are yours.

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