There Is A Part Of Me Poem by Barbara Pickens

There is a part of me
That now is not my own,
Taken from me by degree
Held by you alone.

To own this precious treasure
Some men would ever strive,
Heedless of its' measure
You simply let it lie.

There is a part of you
That I can never keep,
Pain that I cannot undo
It is a heart asleep.

To own this precious treasure
The whole of me would give,
Myself in equal measure
For you a life to live.

Hold my heart gently
Do not let it break,
For now I wait contently
Until your heart awake.