My heart is a fortress guarded by walls. A cold wall of stone

hiding a maze of dead-ended halls.
The barb wire fence is uninviting and cold, the wasteland of mines

goes through a time untold.
No soldier has entered, the iron gate still shut, the vines cover

the outside, untended, uncut.
But wait, what's this? A soldier I see, he is here, to come and

rescue me.
He found the drawbridge hidden in back, there he was then, with

no warning of attack.
He's torn down the walls of uncertainty and fear, he's rescued my

heart and drawn me near.
I haven't told him that I feel safe when he's near, my soldier, my