My heart bleeds into my handThe colour of a red rose on beaten snowIn agony of its decay and defeatTo reach to you, to let you know.
It stains my life, as it stains my soulTo see you so far after I let goYou were supposed to be right in this heartThe one that bleeds unreservedly  now.
The heart on my hands slips off two waysI want to grip it, just tell me how.With it flows every heartfelt vowWith it does flow our sacred love.