It is bricked up, you know,
my heart; it's fortressed shut
and securely protected
against pillager and thief.
Not because it is valuable
as such, for what could
a ruined heart be worth
on the blackmarket of love?
It is just that it is sensitive,
the exposed nerve endings
filamenting from the shattered
pieces and open wounds.
That's why, you see, the bricks
and buttresses, the moat and all.
Thus I besiege of you to seize
this siege and cede your loot.
For surely a cracked and broken
clock is hardly worth the effort
of such a vigorous campaign
with so little wealth to gain.
