A/N: Ah, Ib. Silent enough to make us wonder what she's really thinking. Like Mary and Garry's poems, I will leave this in progress, though the poems are complete unto themselves.
"Heart in Custody"
Don't hold it too tight,
but don't let it fall.
Walk gentle steps,
lest petals fall.
The rose shakes (so do I);
it's as scared as me.