I see her standing there so lovely, 
A victim of all the men she has loved. 
I want so desperately to hold her, 
But I am afraid to touch. 
Her delicate features, and desperate heart, 
Tell me, she has already been 
So beautifully broken. 
How does she see me, 
Through the kaliedescope of her shattered dreams? 
Am I a predator hunting, stalking 
Upon the edges of her emotions? 
Preying upon her mind in unguarded moments? 
My agressive approach echoes 
In the memory of her pain reminding me, 
She has already been so beautifully broken. 
And yet, I long for her embrace, 
The caress of her fingers, 
And the grace of her surrender. 
Binding her to me , 
Silently promising. 
Because we've both been 
So beautifully broken.