You took my heart And locked it in a cage, You got rid if the key; Simply turned the book's page. I haven't seen my heart, But I still feel its beat, And the thought of loving you, Makes my poor soul weak. Looking at your picture; Framed by my hands. Not sure what to do, Not sure of my plans. Am thinking of you, And my heart you took. Please take care of it, Give it a second look. It's very breakable, So keep it by your side, Because I might need it again At some point of my life. By ( Ilona Hesse )