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.

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