Change of Heart

If I give you my heart,
Will you promise to be careful?
It’s sensitive and still heavy
From before, the brim tipped with tears.
It’s not used to being held
By one with hands as soft as yours.
Don’t hold it too tightly,
For then it will hurt too badly.
But keep it near you and keep it safe,
I think it’s beginning to like you.
Do you think that you can mend it?
Sew it up with your silver-lining thread?
Could you fix all the aches?
Fill in the hole it has with your dancing eyes?
I’m going to give you my heart.
I like how it flutters and soars around you.
Just swear to cradle it and never let it go,
And to love it as it loves you.