  (For MJ, always) Objective: one scarred heart Walled by heavy stone And surrounded by a moat. Inventory my equipment: Long-distance desire, Roses and Chocolate. The initial volley: Love offering, Drowned by diligent sentinel. The second wave: Three long-stemmed roses Crushed against the wall. Want to launch the third But the heart grows cold. I stare at the chocolates, hungry. 
