Now all my hungers are fed

My demons all put to bed

There is you…

my steadfast tin soldier

There is me…

your paper dancer


So you decide to love me

with your pure, unspoiled soul

Check your watch, keys and wallet at the door.



You’re the kind of man

Who sees a problem from all sides

You think with your mind.


Can you interpret

my faulty wiring?

The basic failures

of my infrastructure?

And most of all

can you fix me?


Or will you take me apart,

examine my odd-shaped pieces

and build me anew?

You never say never

and I sometimes do.

We are so different

Me and you


Funny thing about love

It does everything and nothing at all

Resting quiet…

here in my hand

Like a little tin heart.