To Ruin Such a Work of Art

I.
a girl so delicate and young
in silence her melody’s sung
while shyness holds her gentle tongue
on spider’s threads her words are hung

a gentle hand brushed hair from eyes
a subtle breath of silent sighs
a single girl beneath the skies
above a world that moans and cries

and awkward smile upon her lips
nervously alone she sits
within a world that runs and trips
a silent girl that never fits

i dare not bring before her eyes
the ugly sin that in me lies
my clumsy hands might break her heart
and ruin such a work of art