My heart is but a lovelorn box,
For you the door is open;
Your heart resides within Fort Knox,
The only key is broken;

Yet if I found a way inside,
And showed you all I'd taken;
You'd shake your head with stoic pride,
And tell me, I'm mistaken.

So keep your heart in some dark place,
Where none will ever plunder;
And trust you'll never have to face
A day when you may wonder,

If hearts are naught but trinket things
To lock away and treasure,
Or if your heart released on wings
Would bring the greatest pleasure.