She laid her heart inside a box
And threw away the key,
Trusting no one or anything,
To set her cold heart free.
The box forgotten, hid away –
Froze over from the cold
The heart gave off inside the box
From where it had been stowed.
The men wanted the available –
The body, not the heart,
But the casket that held her dear, dead soul
Was a separate part.
‘Til one night, she met a rogue
(Who seemed an irrelevant part)
‘Til ‘e snuck into her mind thro’ the win’ow
And stole away her heart.
He tripped o’re her casket-
And saw her soul inside,
Enraptured by its beauty,
He laid inside to hide.
She became his hiding place
And he returned her box.
They called it love – they knew nothing else,
But th’ heart yet remains locked.