The forest of a broken heart
is a place vast and dark
Large enough to get lost in
and wild like some untamed art

There I met the mirror
of her soul inside of me
I found the truth of the dream
just past my own reality

Sunlight broken on the scene
wrapped its rays and ways in me
Until I saw a nymph that day
Hidden beneath the apple tree

She did not see me watching
the tears stream down her cheek
It was surreal just observing her
unintended as a voyeur I peeked

But a wind kicked back the branches
and the bushes parted from me
Then she saw me staring
and I felt like such a dummy

Yet she did not seem to be unnerved
Only curious why I observed
and stood to meet in all her form
my eyes with wonder unobscured

She walked to my side and quickly
She giggled as I was quite in shock
This little lady was quite odd
It didn't seem that she would talk

But she looked me over well
and What she wanted I could not tell
But to my great alarm
all at once she took my arm

I pulled away but she clung tight
and seemed to like this game
for every step I would take
she followed just the same

Her eyes had power I can't describe
Her little arms were like a vice
and soon I found myself entrapped
Here in this weird paradise

I knew I had to get home soon
Though there was no real crime
I would have spent the afternoon
but I was just so short on time