When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.

And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

Within every heart's Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.

With rough hands and gentle heart, I'll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.

I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.

Who was it that hurt you,stole light out of your eyes?Cut a hole in your heartand let the love drain dry?Who was so damn careless,to leave you with such scars?Where will you find healing?Right here, within my arms.

Please thaw my permafrost heart.

My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.

She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.