Heartstrings

Tugging, pulling, plucking, strumming

As a fine tuned guitar in perfect tune

Hanging on to every note, every nuance

Playing to your sensibility and sensitivity

Reaching for the right key to open the lock

You are the Stradivarius, tucked away, encased

In glass, a treasure to behold but out of reach

If only I could extend my hands to you

And hold the sight my eyes have coveted, longed for

The harmony of your heart and mine could blend

Perhaps the most beautiful things are most fragile

If I pried too hard, I'd break the mold

Then no one would see the masterpiece of you

And still I'd have no treasure to behold

There's a delicate balance I must tread

Between the careless heart and the wise head.