In the night emerges a fragile, tender sight,
Warmth and touch, known and felt just by being near you,
A paper heart, delicate yet a beacon of light and hope,
Afraid to love deeply, my mind, body, and soul tremble
at the thought of loving you.
A love, intense and sometimes daunting,
Can oppress and tear such a heart so easily,
Afraid of breaking something so pure and true.
Threading, upgrading the beast inside,
Hoping it never comes to life,
As I wish to never show you that side,
Where the words “I love you too much to hurt you” finally come alive.
I find myself so ensnared by you,
How do I walk away from something so pure and true?
Am I worthy to hold such a heart in my hands?
Constantly thinking, I should let the paper heart fly away
To its rightful owner, as I question whether
I can be entrusted with something so beautiful.
I would be broken if I ever broke you,
Is this the cross I bear for all the coldness I’ve shown in the past?
Your paper heart leaves such a delicate trace,
I will try not to leave bruises with words so free,
And hold myself to love you delicately.
For your paper heart is the cross I bear.
