Curio Cabinet

When I was young I thought
“Oh, to be loved by you”
Every man
Who could understand
Just a fraction of my thoughts
“Oh, to be loved by you”

I sit a broken tea cup being loved by another
I look down the curio cabinets of loving
A small part of me whispers
“Imagine being loved by you”

Repair the cracks with charm and gold
Imagine being loved by me