I am the lover,

with eyes tinted pink.

I give you my heart

for you have given me life.

Treat me well, fair maiden,

and know that I am yours.

I am the adored.

Being loved by you is kinder

than any simple act I’ve seen.

Men trip over my heart,

but you lift it up.

What goodness have I done

to deserve a love like yours?

I am the forgotten.

With a cracked heart,

I walk these soggy cobblestones,

with the ghosts and the cold.

Shivering from tears,

I wrap my arms across my chest

and I wish they were yours.