A Closed Locket

There's a locket of yours that I can't open up,

but I know that there's something inside.

Is her skin made of porcelain?

Does she have diamond eyes?

There's nothing, my dear, to hide.

My feelings are true,

and I'll stand by you

even if it's her picture in there.

I just hope you don't mind

my asking why

you gave me your locket to wear.