Heart Strings tattered
and worn
likened to the phone lines
battered from recent storms

Resulting in...
weakness by the strain
love calls me by my name
"won't you come back
you've been lost again"

Your coolness
impedes my love
as it gathers more and more to extend
less you tear down the wall
of the heart you defend

For yet, mine is aching
tender too,
awaiting the moments
you'll (once again)
let love shine through.