If I could offer you anything other than my heart, I'd land you my ear, my hand, my arms and chest. You may pour all your troubles to me, every detail of annoyance and bother and I shall give you my attentive ear to listen. And when your hands feel cold and lonely, I'll take them with mine. I'll draw the lines and paths of which your palm have shapen. The viens that reached your wrist, I'd kiss them. And when your shoulders are broken, I'll put my arms around you. I'll press my chest against you. I'll hold you closer to my being. Even closer so our souls are intact.