My heart is not for stirring dear
My heart is dead
Not a single longing beat you\'ll hear
So I plead please carefully tread
I wonder of an ancient time
With wildish willing easy open heart
A place where love could bind
Of secret picnics and lovers\' start
I wonder of the darkened days
With empty soul, keen to please
A submissive role in reckless plays
We turned me into love\'s disease
And so was born sadness
In place of love
Endless emptiness
In place of belief in love
I have been told too often
Love is not for me
I am too scarred too rotten
Soulful sacred love cannot reside in me
I locked my heavy beating heart in a cage
I threw away the key
The cell slowly quashed that pounding rage
Love is not for me!