Heavenly hands
are often hell bent
on breaking beautiful things;
humans are gifted to build
and cursed to destroy.

I am a delicate lover
developed in character
a cautionary tale.
I bear the scars,
the wear and tear
from neglect over the years;
the ignorance of the warning label
"handle with care."

I need you to promise
to be careful with me,
a protective shell,
because my heart is
a butterfly wing,
my soul, soft as rain;
I am terribly fragile,
sensitive to holding.

Flying upside down,
head over heels,
hopelessly falling for you;
at risk of being broken.

Don't let me hit the ground.