Not to be told

Through those eyes of lies
lays a heart of gold
for now it's cold
the truth is told
and beneath that sheet of ice
is a guy all true and nice
for if your story is out
you may scream you may shout
so it's kept in a box
with a skull and cross
never to been seen
only by your true queen
if she's never found
you box will be bound
to never leave the cold walls
which you hold together
so they wont fall
i ask just one more thing
will you ever give that girl the ring