One more time?

He told me he wears his heart on his sleeve,
I told him that my heart had been broken again.
He called me beautiful and meant it,
I called him, because I was lonely.
He made me laugh even so I didn't want to,
I made the decision to let go of the pain.
He send me flowers without a reason,
I send out that letter that I've been holding on to.
He held my hand when I was weak,
I held onto the moment and let go of the past.
He promised everything will be all-right,
I promised me to put myself first.
he asked me to be his future,
I asked myself should I risk one more time
He kissed me and
                I kissed him back!

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne