There are things in my head, and in my heart that I want to say. Hurt so long the flower that should have blossomed has been held back. But because you have a heart of gold it's becoming easier to bloom, day by day you make me whole. Remembering our first kiss, I'm taken aback to the times you held me close, and sent my heart ablaze. If pouring out my heart to you means bringing you closer. I'll do it till the day I die.