Dear love,

My heart may always be a little open

But like the sky

Cannot be broken

My thoughts may always be

A little elsewhere

(Torn deeper than his very hands would dare)

But my mind is as fixed as a pretty face

And my future’s a dress;

Embroidered with lace

Perhaps it’s good my eyes failed to see

The wrong that’s sharper

Than eyes could be

My heart may always be a little open

But like the sky

Remains unbroken