Well, try your heart
When have it back
See if it fits alright…
Is any part
Of it well packed?
Is no corner tight?
No scratch, no scar,
No dust, no dirt,
No name, no lips are printed.
I kept it far
From being hurt,
Destruct, distracted, dinted.
It was unlocked,
I tried and stopped…
No fun’s to be forgotten.
What would you’ve got
If I had dropped
It somewhere on the bottom?
I give it back
Cherished and calmed
And wrapped in a song-winged tissue
I give it back
From my warm palm
Sealed with a kiss.
Will miss it...