Take my heart and make it yours.
Not as a gift wrapped in ribbons,
not as a burden placed in your hands,
but as something already beating in time with you.
Let it rest beside yours,
learning its rhythm,
finding its way through the quiet spaces
where words are not needed.
Carry it not as a weight,
but as a whisper,
a warmth in your chest on the coldest days,
a steady presence when the world turns unkind.
Take my heart and make it yours.
Not to own, not to hold too tightly,
but to know, to understand,
to keep safe as I do yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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