Handle With Care

 Handle with care, my heart less it break,

for I am with gentle soul.

Baptized with tears from heartache past,

watering the flowers within my soul.

 Handle with care my heart, less it break,

for the seeds of passions were sowed,

never to reap it's harvest that blossomed,

It's roots lay deadened and torn.

 Handle with care my heart, less it break,

these eyes have known much fear,

brought by storms that tainted it's house,

it's doors now locked from fires that seared.

 Handle with care my heart less it break,

I now offer you the key to it's soul.

Please do not abuse this priviledge you mount.

I give not many this welcoming toll.

 Copyright © 1997 By Katie~