Take Care of My Heart
Please, I beg you, my love
Into the delicate cobweb of our love, where two souls intertwine in a dance as old as time itself, there lies a promise. It’s a promise spoken not in words alone but etched into the very essence of our being, a sacred covenant between hearts that have known both the gentle caress of affection and the sting of heartache.
“Take care of my heart,” you say, a plea that echoes through the chambers of my soul. And as I stand before you, bathed in the soft glow of our shared moments, I hear the unspoken words that linger in the spaces between us. They are words of trust, of vulnerability, and of a love so boundless it stretches beyond the horizon of comprehension.
For your heart, my love, has known the agony of countless wounds. It has weathered the storms of life’s tempests and still beats with a resilience that speaks of your enduring spirit. It’s a heart that has faced the darkness of despair and emerged, not unscathed, but stronger for having ventured through those shadowed realms.
And in return, you offer a promise, a vow to cradle my soul with tenderness. It’s a pledge to protect the very core of my being, to hold it gently as a fragile, precious thing. Your words are not mere whispers on the wind but a solemn oath, a declaration that within your embrace, my heart will find sanctuary.
