She Knew Not

By Shayaan Khusro 

O miserable heart of mine 

Let me tell you of my lady love 

She is a gentle being with a delicate touch 

From wilted flowers to the most fragile glassware 

She holds everything with great care 

Never had she dropped or shattered anything once 

Except that one time she held my heart. 

But that’d be my mistake 

For I never told her what she held 

For I knew it not 

Until I saw her give her heart away. 

And when she spread her golden arms for another man 

Is when you slipped from her hands and shattered 

Unbeknownst to her. 

I suppose I could tell her of my love 

And hope she mends you with her delicate hands 

And I know she would, even if it broke her heart. 

So forgive her this one fault and forgive my silence, 

I promise to hold you together with all my strength 

No matter how much your jagged pieces hurt 

Seeing her hold another man’s hands and saying the vows. 

Perhaps it’s good that you are cracked, 

Please bleed all the feelings for her I once had, 

And perhaps with time the shattered pieces will come together 

And I won’t need to hold you so firmly again 

So until then bid farewell to my lady love’s 

Loving and delicate embrace 

And make do with my tight hold.