I left it locked up, blocked by bars
Hidden so that it wouldn’t gain more scars
It’s been hurt before. Left behind to die,
Shrivel like a dry rose crying out “why?”
But it was stolen. Someone broke through
The large brick walls; that someone is you.
Look in your hands. There it now resides,
Beating with love, a love that abides.
It’s not a toy to be broken apart.
Treat it with care because it’s my heart.