I'll be the hammer and chisel,
Chipping tirelessly at your hardened heart,
Until the stones begin to crumble,
And its frozen shell falls apart.
Your polite request: "Be gentle with me."
I know you've been hurt before.
Perhaps the heavens sent me along,
To help settle the score.
I'll cradle your heart as my own,
With a feather-light touch.
For you are,
And forever will be,
More than enough.