I promise to hold your heart in my hands no matter how heavy it gets. I still crave the touch of it weighing down on my bones. I promise to fiercely protect your heart with every inch of my being and surround it with my love. For in mine you have carved a space, one that can be filled by no other. Tell me how am I supposed to replace this breath of life with another. So I will guard it as precious as my own. It is worth more than the treasures of the Earth. Yours is the heart I want to see blossom and bloom, in rain and shine, in chaos and peace. Your heart will never be too heavy for my hands, for breath is always a kiss on skin.