The Vault

I profess
That my heart is locked away,
Hidden in an iron safe,
In a cold, lonely vault.
But, meeting you,
The door to the vault is opened,
The frost begins to thaw,
The lock to turn.
I have told myself
That I would not love,
But if ever,
If ever I were to give my heart,
Out of the safety of the vault,
To another,
You would be the one.
The one I trust,
The one I love,
With all my heart.
If ever I were to love,
I would love you.
If ever I were to grow old,
I would grow old with you.
I would trust my heart to you,
Warm, safe, and secure in your hands.

The End

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