A Piece Of Glass Poem by Charl van der Sandt

I've had my eye on you, strawberry
You with the porcelain smile
You're so sweet; you're so kind
I see you haven't frowned in a while

Ahh you, with your dark, wavy hair
And the pink lips that part so fast
I wish they knew you like I did
And the consequences of your past

Won't you let me free you, dove?
So that you may soar like you were born to
Let me make you my immaculate angel
And we'll love like we were sworn to

Ahh, darling, you precious little thing
So fragile and pretty; detailed and fine
There's just one thing I dislike of you
Tell me, why aren't you mine?