My heart:

fractured, bruised, and heavy—

longs to be held safely in your hands.

“What would you do if I gave you my heart?”

Would you toss it aside as a frivolous gift?

Would you cup it in your hands?

Would you throw it back at me?

Would you place it inside a satin-tufted box?

Just what would you do if I gave you my heart?

I want to trust you with my most precious asset,

I long to share with you every fiber of its contents,

I want to give you my heart because there is something about you that makes me smile.

Truth is . . .

You entertain my special.

You appreciate my uniqueness.

You ignite my femininity.

You share with me a silliness that makes me beam on the inside and out.

I can no longer deny that I want to give you my heart.

I want you to take it in your hands and nurture it.

I want you to kiss it and speak gently to it.

I want you to ravage my heart with unconditional love.

I need to know that my heart is worth holding.

I have to know that my heart is priceless.

I yearn to know that this heart of mine has value.

I am entrusting you with this heart of mine.

I have faith in your holding on tight to my heart.

This heart, my heart, I want to give to you.

Will you, could you . . .

Never let go of my heart.