I gave you my heart made of porcelain, please don’t break it.
I gave you my love in a gift box, please care for it.
I gave you my hope in a golden box, please let it shine.
My heart is yours,
My love is yours,
My hope is yours.
I am yours.
My heart is like the most fragile rose.
My love can be as sweet as its smell.
My hope if allowed will blossom.
Slow to begin with but once it starts it opens with speed.
It only lasts as long as it’s care is good.
One wrong move and it can fall apart.
My trust can fall apart and lose itself like the dying rose.
I am yours,
I trust you with myself.
Please handle with care.
Like you would a rose.
From the archives.
August 15, 2008
