[?7hYou...

    You...
    You haunt my mind
    Like a wandering spirit,
    Reminding me, silently,
    Of your presence.
    You tease, confuse, and please me
    Like a wild Gypsy,
    And keep me wanting more, yet,
    I have nothing.
    Nothing because you keep your prizes under glass.
    The same kind of glass as my heart,
    Fragile and easy to shatter.
    You keep them under lock and rusty key,
    To look at, want and desire them,
    But not to have until
    You are sure to get what you want;
    An even trade.
    Love for love,
    Fidelity for fidelity,
    Trust for trust.
    With my key, though rusty, used and bent,
    I will open your vault,
    If you let me,
    And trade with you, my merchant friend,
    At whatever the cost,
    At whatever the consequences.
    But keep in mind,
    Your prizes are delicate, special,
    And I am clumsy for I have never been around
    Such riches.
    So, please, guide me slowly and patiently through your
    Halls of glass
    So I can share with you your treasures.
    Because I need you...
    You...

-PaYnE/SAD