Though I cannot give this poem to her I can post it for you to read --- How do I open other doors Always shown that what s behind s much more -- Yet I yearned so this morn that paintings may come true Oh Curious perfectly loyal never waivering Yet I believed my heart was fading and threw away a love a friend a royal peace Never yet have I come to rest believing one no the other will bring me peace -- never has Oh she gave (me) her heart she gave her soul to a thief And still I wonder why anger kindled fast in a broken heart why a once-warm smile turns bitter cold