In your hands you hold it. Pulsing. Pounding. Begging to thrive and be held from all dangers. It trust you. It can feel the protection you give; the safety you admitt as you grasp it between your hands and sooth it's worries of loneliness it feels day in and day out. I smile, because I realize what you have in your hand... is my heart.
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