Monster

I want to strip you to your core
to see if there is something more
to you than the workings of your parts;
to trace the magic back to where it starts.

I would then rebuild your brain
to something that won't cause me pain
and only then I'd give my heart to you-
because I'd know that your feelings were true

I would stitch up with finest thread
your cold body, not quite dead
but you would have me to keep you warm at night
and only I would hear you scream in fright

So when at last you yield your fires,
and I have spent all my desires
I'd set you on the shelf with all the rest;
where you would see that I had loved you best.