Someone once said to me
That ‘a poem is giving your heart.’
By giving this poem to you,
I give my heart to you;
A love portrayed in art.

Please do not tear it.
Do not crumple the pages
And let them fall,
As I have fallen for you.

Water them, keep them alive,
Never let them wither,
Never let them die,
As I would die for you.

They will age and they will wrinkle.
Whispered words on tattered lines,
Words that will never grow old,
As I grow old with you.

Someone once said to me
That ‘a poem is giving your heart.’
By writing this poem for you,
I bleed my heart for you;
A love portrayed in art.