Love III - 1. These Things I Give

my heart

sometimes broken and bleeding, barely beating

yet spattering you with my love

like the tears that fall upon your shoulder from

my eyes

sometimes open, more often closed

seeing clearly the beauty within that you deny

yet often seeing no further than the darkness of

my soul

sometimes burning from the force of your gaze

holes seared straight through me as you reach inside

and wrap your tender fingers around

my fears

and tug them gently into the light of day

exposing them to the reason and rationality

of your sanity as your arms wrap around

my dreams

and cradle them in safety, rocking them softly

to the rhythm that beats within your own heart

comforting my sleep and turning my fears into

my hopes

sending them soaring high above the clouds

to paint the sky with wishes

for laughter shared and moments cherished in

my heart

These things I give to those I love.

These things I give to you.