Written words

Her heart

Her heart,
It is delicate to me,
I struggle to understand though,
How her ex lover broke it,
The audacity to mishandle such
a beautiful treasure,

Her heart,
It is my most prized possession,
My pride and wealth,
I am honored to be able to hold
and handle it,
Because such sensitive creation,
Needs hands as soft as mine,

Her heart,
I fear it sometimes,
I fear that it may break,
Or be scarred because of
my own carelessness,

Her heart,
It makes me question everything
that I do,
Sometimes I wonder if I am the
right person to hold it,
Or the right person to dwell in it,

Her heart,
It is the sweetest love candy
that my dull life has tasted,
I have fallen in love with the sound 
of its blood pump,
And have taught mine to mimic it,

Her heart,
It seems to have betrayed her,
For it has chosen to fall for me,
When many were hungry for it,

Her heart,
It is mine to have,
And hopefully mine to keep,
Nothing at all,
Can make me more happier than
I am right now.

S.B.D7