My heart is weak,
having gone through trials to get to you,
strong like an oaktree.
I have scorched feet,
I walked through fire, felt the heat too.
My heart is Weak.
The rivers of love had torn through me,
I carefully tread into something new,
strong like an oak tree.
How can I know for sure it is your heart I seek,
having gone through what I went through,
My heart is weak.
My heart beats hesitantly, yet eagerly
You are safe, with calmness in waves - sweet and true,
Strong like an oak tree.
With you something now can grow free,
with time and lots of patience, soon -
My heart is weak
- strong like an oak tree.
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