My tormented Heart. I cry everytime
you heal a part, because I did not know
There were still cracks in need of healing.
That is why I dedicate to you every rhyme.
Amor and I have been fighting, love was my foe.
Throughout my life I denied every feeling.

My tormented heart. You can make it whole.
Tell me again: I am a goddess, I am devine.
Oh, the way you adore me is winsome,
Your tenderness I enshrined inside my soul.
My heart I handed over, it is thine.
Every glance, every touch, every night so wholesome.