My heart is like a flower for my love That blooms as I hold her tenderly But it's planted deep in fear Just as heavy as the tear That whispers low her love is not for me My love is true For her it is true And I pray that her love is mine My love is like the first star of the night That brightens up the world's first darkness Like lovestories very old That a million times been told Her eyes are worth more than bright Diamonds My love is true For her it is true And I pray that her love is mine Alone at night in my dark lonesome room I lay awake and sadly dreaming Though she's not very near But still I can hear Her soft and tender heart a-beating My love is true For her it is true And I pray that her love is mine