In placing my heart in your hands, I expect you to clothe it in an abundance of love.
To caress and tend it with passion and nurture until the flowing tears dissipate.
Keeping it within thy form, no harm shall puncture the vastness of emotions.
When wars of words affect me, wrap thee to my own and shelter.
Be my harbour when voices sting me, and mortals sneer and stare.
When my door is locked, and I sit in chains, you are my key.
Protect me from enemies and those who stand and fault me.
When darkness makes me weep, you are my light.
When black skies rumble and roar, you are my angel.
When challenged, you are my shield.
You are the custodian of my most bountiful gift.