The sweetest touch
Too often tainted by a poisonous slur
They can bring a whirl wind of confusion
Landing you in a safe haven or
Broken and battered like never before

So afraid of the unknown
Our little heart shaped box
Seems to be keeping score
Never quite sure

For the bee's that sting
There's a thorn that *****'s
Shadow's dark and dreary
Few creatures soft and cute

So where's this key to fit the lock
Maybe forever hidden
In a pixies frock.