A fragile dance on eggshell ground

I tread so light, without a sound.

Your moods, a storm I must appease

My own heart silenced, put at ease.

 

Each whispered word, a careful art

To shield your easily-bruised heart.

I build a wall to hold me in

Lest my true feelings cause a din.

 

But gentle steps and muted sighs

Don't quench the ache behind my eyes.

My own emotions, left unfelt

A heavy burden, slowly dealt.

 

For in this act of constant care

My own soul withers in despair.

Tiptoeing 'round, I lose my way

And find my own heart starts to fray.