I found the subject, theme and composition to be blancmange.
Nothing new here, just recycled platitudes.
"I think I might have to set you free,
But not just yet..."
I should hate to be a butterfly in your hands.
The overall feeling I get from the work is that you are manipulating
an emotion you have mistaken for love.
Try to write this out without using a nebulous phrase like "heart."
Get more real with yourself and show your warts as well as your hoped for "grace."