Sentenced Poem by Tin Can

If I were your prisoner,
Locked in your heart I'd want to be,
Knowing, that caged there,
You'd forever be close to me.
My sentence I would serve.
The stretch I would bear.
For with you as my jailer,
I just would not care.

Together we we'd be quartered.
Visiting times would never pass.
For I'd be attached to your aorta,
Chambered, by a surgical graft.
At the end of my time,
Release, I would not need.
Imprisoned in your heart I'd rather be,
As opposed to being freed.