You want to touch it
You want to hold it
It's so small and frail,
But oh so precious.
It has to be treated
With the best of care.
For if you don't
It will come back
and it will bite you in the butt.
So love it and care for it.
Show it and show me that you
are ready, worthy, and willing
to have it.
This is a some what poem I started if you have any ideas or suggestions please let me know