The wiry thorns around
Your heart
Keep everyone out.
But I risk the pain
And reach inside
Tearing my flesh,
Because the prize is
Worth far more
Than the suffering
I endure without
Your love.
I'd do
Anything you ask
To hear your heart beating
Once more with affection.
The closed-off
Little girl hiding
Inside
Can be free.
I want to hold her
Until she feels
Whole again,
And softly kiss
The woman that resides,
As her icy blood
Begins to pump again;
To the beat of  TRUE LOVE.