My heart is not very attractive to see
It resembles a tatty patchwork piece
I have sewed it together, sometimes in pain
But the naive purity consistently remains

But this ugly, tatty mess has much left to give
Delicately, I push it towards you to play with
I trust you to treat it with the greatest care
I know it will never be in need of repair

If it happens to require a needle and thread
To me it would not phase nor would I dread
My heart it knows it will not be you in any day
You simply tried to keep it from harms way