The heart is like the music box
With hidden key and tiny locks
This ornamented chest does shine
A relic of beauty, it is mine
Small, it holds infinite ways
Of showing love now and always
Winding the key perhaps in vain
Bolted cover to keep out pain
Inside is the music of love
Tranquil as the morning dove
Perhaps someone will clean the dust
Or cleanse it of encrusted rust
Find the key and open it up
With bounding love to fill her feeling cup
Then with music there will be a song
Hiding away such beauty was wrong