Whenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For if you trample o'er my heart As if it were a stone I'm afraid I'll stumble, fall And break my heart and bones. Each of these individual poems Are true, straight from my thoughts. And some still are from my heart And are Truer than the dawn.