⪻Poem #01⪼
Her heart is guarded by heavy doors,
Her ribs are made of watery lasers.
Nobody can enter her fortress heart,
In there—not a dusty speck of love.
She never felt love, how can she love?
How can she unlock the metal gates,
That lead the way to her infirm heart?
But everyday, she always hope;
Bronze things will change in some part.
She will apace learn about love and,
She will zippy open her locked-in heart.
