A poem for him

Ensconced in glass
my fragile heart awaits
under lock and key.

Fortified walls built
and moats dug
to keep it from shattering again.

Too many times
has it been patched;
pasted clumsily together.

So subtly,
so unceremoniously
you breached my defenses.

The key is yours to take
If only you would ask.

But I am stifled,

paralysed by fear;
silent in the castle I built.