I can't sing
And I don't play this guitar
But I'm doing both anyway!
How else can I tell you?
More than have my heart,
You ARE my heart!
I can't dance
Your chair has more natural grace
But, laughing, every step I take is a dance!
How else can I tell you?
More than have my heart,
You ARE my heart!
So much I cannot do,
But this chief among them:
I cannot deny my heart;
I cannot deny you.
So I sing and play and dance...
How else can I tell you?
You ARE my heart.
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Ron