My heart

My heart is like a small pebble

You can throw it in to the fire,

Sink deep into the water

Or take it in to the coldest place.

My heart does not burn,

does not freeze,

does not drown,

You can do anything, and it won’t hurt.

My heart is like a magic box,

mysterious,

which can be opened only with a specific key.

The key is love, the love himself.

With a single touch of love

my heart opens like a flower and begins to love.

With a single touch of love

my heart turns just like the caterpillar into a butterfly

and starts to fly.