I put your hand on my Heart,
When I was too afraid to speak the words.
So I let you feel my heart beating instead,
Show you how it raced when you were there.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When you laid down in the grass beside me,
Looked up at the stars with me,
And asked me if I loved you.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When you held me in your arms that first night.
You asked me if you and I could make we,
So I showed you how my heart already beat for you.
I put your hand on my Heart,
In place of the vows I could have said.
Because every feeling and emotion I needed to tell you
Was answered by the rise and fall of my chest.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When we held that little girl in our arms,
I smiled as for the first time
You put my hand on yours.
I put your hand on my Heart
Everytime you asked if we were going to make it,
Reminded you of the promise I made to you
With every fiber of my being.
I put your hand on my Heart
When you asked me if I was going to make it.
I just smiled, and held your hand in mine
As my life-force flowed ebbingly on.
I put your hand on my Heart,
Perhaps even without you knowing it.
Willed you to press your fingertips to my breast,
One final time before they sealed my coffin shut.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
I put your hand on my Heart,
When I was too afraid to speak the words.
So I let you feel my heart beating instead,
Show you how it raced when you were there.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When you laid down in the grass beside me,
Looked up at the stars with me,
And asked me if I loved you.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When you held me in your arms that first night.
You asked me if you and I could make we,
So I showed you how my heart already beat for you.
I put your hand on my Heart,
In place of the vows I could have said.
Because every feeling and emotion I needed to tell you
Was answered by the rise and fall of my chest.
I put your hand on my Heart,
When we held that little girl in our arms,
I smiled as for the first time
You put my hand on yours.
I put your hand on my Heart
Everytime you asked if we were going to make it,
Reminded you of the promise I made to you
With every fiber of my being.
I put your hand on my Heart
When you asked me if I was going to make it.
I just smiled, and held your hand in mine
As my life-force flowed ebbingly on.
I put your hand on my Heart,
Perhaps even without you knowing it.
Willed you to press your fingertips to my breast,
One final time before they sealed my coffin shut.
