BOXED OUT FEARS.
My boxed up and out love. I alternate when to show, because the weather is not always favorable. Should it rain, these paper soldiers doing their work will be torn to pieces. That would expose my heart for damage, irreparable damage.
My boxed up and out love, I show you today.
As I present these daffodils, that my feet tired to reach, in the fields; put my fears to rest.
Say you love me too so I can deploy these soldiers to guard not only my heart but our new found love.
Let me wake tomorrow and say with a triangular shape of my mouth and oval eyes fixed on you; our boxed out fears.
