You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,

But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.

I did.

For you alone I bloomed.

I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.

But lately all you let me know,

*Is that you let me down.