And was not surprised with what I learned.
My heart is fragile, like fine blown glass
Damage it slightly and it will not last.
It is sturdy and stout and strong as an ox
It’s bold and it’s brave, plays out of the box.
It’s strained and it’s stained and loaded with scars,
For she always is from Venus and I am from Mars.
It can be hard like rock when threatened by turmoil
It beats fiercely over rough seas and untilled soil.
But give it some love and a tender, kind word
And it purrs and it stirs and it sings like a bird
For love lurks in this great muscle of my chest
It sputters and spits however bumpy the quest.
Yet it knows before I when passion is near
It tells me it is, and I have nothing to fear.
So dear, sweet love, I offer this gift
My heart is for you and not heavy to lift.
Take it, my darling, and handle with care
There is no one else with whom I will share.
The deep love I have found for you in me
Is all I had hoped and comes with no fee.
I ask one thing more for this gift I provide.
Hug me and hold me and stand at my side.
My heart will be steadfast and true to you
It will withstand any storm and never be blue.
Know this of my heart, it is you who makes it strong
From stem and to stern; this I know; I am not wrong.
