To anyone who tries to love her the way I do

"If you try to sing her to sleep,

You'll never sing in the right tune.

And don't even get me started 

On when it comes to bringing her

Flowers on a bad day.

Because if you really loved her

A fraction of the way I do,

You would know that she despises flowers,

Because of how they remind her

Of her mother's funeral.

Or how she can't drink her tea too hot,

Because of how she severely burned her tongue

That time her grandmother made her milk

A little too warm when she was a child.

But most of all, I despise

How she might let you in, and fool her

Into heartbreak she was never prepared for,

Because I too, know how that once felt.

And till this day, I have not quite recovered."