My heart is like an onion, peel back each layer to get closer to my heart.
The walls guarding my heart are meant to be taken down by the one.
The one will hold the knife capable of cutting away these layers around my heart. It will be a difficult task for the one though.
I don't mean to but I know it will cause you tears.
The stinging in your eyes causing you to cry won't last forever if you are able to survive that pain. You will be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
You will be able to smell the sweetness of my inner heart as if I'm being sauteed in sunflower seed oil.