You have my heart in a silver box br br wrapped in a sly smile br br and you creep in my corner eye br br stealthily. br br You make no effort to acknowledge this br br or even to open it br br to take a peek br br at what was given you long ago br br by mistake. br br The key is hidden in some secret place br br and I search for it br br even while unsure if my goal is to soothe br br or retrieve; br br yet I cannot be content; keyless. br br I approach you at times br br search your eyes br br silently asking br br where is my br br missing soul? br br You smile br br that beautiful smile br br flip your hair the way you do br br engorged as you are with br br numerous hearts in that silver box. br br In the bad time nights br br I wonder if you'd be soulless br br without that silver box br br like a collector with no quivering specimens. br br I think probably; br br and that helps me sleep br br vowing relentlessly to seek br br that hidden key br br you have nonchalantly br br swallowed br br preventing me br br from moving on br br or to stay and get what I need.