Heart Shaped Box

So sentimental
with her eyes so detrimental
to the walls that I built around
my heart shaped box
now shattered into pieces

oh the way I melt, flame to the wax
like the last candle
when her eyes meet the sky
in an explosion strewn across time

So beautiful, so superb
the terrain of the safe and the sane
and the curves of her waves
in the presence of such perfection
it is only natural to gaze