Handle With Care:

No golden tassels or silver bells
Interlaced with scarlet ribbons,
Or glossy papers of affection
With name plates handwritten.

No awe Wonders of anticipation
Or drastic emotions of desire,
To place my heart in dire straits
And to set my curiosity on fire.

No hidden surprises for my mind
That's concealed in tissue paper,
No guessing games to be played
Or unwrapping of which to labor.

For my aspirations come from love
And it's sealed within your heart,
It's the frailest gift a soul could get
And I promise to never rip it apart.