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.