I come to you tonight because
your heart was never yours to love,
and so I wage this heart attack
to give your heart a sample of
the pulse your heartbeat seems to lack
in darkest nights, when corners, black,
send racing chills throughout your bones,
while palms perspire, mind is racked
as thoughts that you are not alone
break up the deaf'ning silent drone
that is your heart against your chest.
The only thing that you can't own;
the only thing that you can't rest;
the only one to know you best
would tell you simply, "do not fear,"
and this command, the simplest,
is coupled with, "cause I am here."
And with these words spake in your ear,
the corners soften as your eyes
begin to pierce the the all-too-sheer,
now lifted veil, and with its rise,
so lifts your heart, my unseen prize,
and settles down as shadows start
to dissipate as cloudless skies.
So proven is my point of start:
my love, it never was your heart.