I guard my heart within a moat of fears
where silent swans sail on my tears.
In that bleak castle of my mind
they my coward counsel keep,
for loving love and humankind
has opened sunless dungeons deep.
Immured in memories like moss;
dare I release the drawbridge chain
forged with those iron links of loss,
against a world of love and joy and pain;
and with it lower my defence.
If once more I give my heart
will my embattled spirit recompense
if death again tears it apart?