Love
An emotion, yes - but more –
A commitment, made with the heart.
A heart shaped by love, tested in faith, yet scarred by sin.

So, it’s a love given, not worthy of love.
A love note scrawled on a scrap of paper with a crayon the wrong shade of red.
A note that says simply

Here is my heart – such as it is. It’s all I have and I am
ashamed to offer it to you. It’s tattered and marked
with crayon outside the lines in the wrong shade of
red, from the stain of my wounds and the wounds that
I’ve caused others, especially you.

But it’s mine and it’s all I have. Please take it,
hold it, keep it. I don’t deserve it, but….Love me.

And you do. I don’t know why.
In so many significant ways you show me your love.

With my broken heart and in my feeble way I treasure you and I love you.

In the dictionary of my heart is a picture of you holding my love note…
Scrawled on a scrap of paper with a crayon the wrong shade of red;
Next to the word "Love"

My tribute is you.

©2012 Michael S Davis