Hiding within yourself
Under your so many layers
I struggle to get in
Do not be afraid; I'm not a heart slayer

You're like a matryoshka doll
You're the smallest one hidden inside
Layers of elaborately painted wood
And faces that are all similar except for size

Every time I think I've found you
You retreat and hide in a smaller doll
But don't you worry; I'll never give up
I couldn't bear to see my matryoshka fall