You have my heart in your grasp
Made of paper-thin glass.
Every word brings forth a gasp.
Positive or even crass.
So, in your hands you clasp
A delicate and tender task.
I would never ask you to unclasp
Though to be gentle I would ask
So, let us not hasten nor be fast
As, in your love I wish to bask.
Let us see if love can be unmasked.
Clutch my heart now...
And see if it will crack...