Here is my heart
Handed to you
On a silver tray
My precious heart
My only loyal friend
Can you even imagine
Could you ever understand or estimate
The pain
Of the innocence needed
To love you completely
Condition-less-ly
Bare of any
Complain.

For it is my heart
The most honest gift
I have to offer
To sacrifice
In the name of my love,
Could the cold stare in your eyes
Somewhat sweetness of smile
Be a warm enough comfort
An obligation
To love
And support?

I fear
Dear love
That you do not
Comprehend
The genuine
Meaning
Of my
Heart
In your
Hands.