I have given you something sacred.
Not to have but to hold.
Not to be tampered with but treasured.
It is not a toy nor a trophy.
It is a token of trust.
Trust that you will care for it.
Not take it for granted.
See, when something has been broken…
It is sometimes harder to open.
And what waits inside will be a surprise.
Not only for you, but for me too.
And perhaps it is not what what we expected.
But should be equally respected.
You’ve given me yours too, to hold.
And it is not a burden, but a blessing.
A gift I am grateful for.
We must take care of these precious hearts we agreed to share.