The Pearl Pink Petals Of My Heart Are Wilting,
Their Silk Like Skin Is Turing Rough And Rugged,
Recoiling They Abate Under Your Frostbitten Chops,
I've Wished For So  Long That Your Flush Pink Lips,
Would Tenderly Kiss This Flower Called, A Soul,
I Handed You This Treasure, Warning  You, Softly
That It Was A Million Pieces Just A Short While Ago

But As You Held The Semi-Broken Artifact I Saw,
That Indeed You Had Thrown Caution To The Wind,
That Your Hands Were No Longer A Nest, But A Cage,
You're Eyes Were No Longer Hazel, But Gray,
And The Way You Whisper Goodnight Was Not A
Joy, But A Hate, For I Knew I'd Be Serving You For Another Day...