I hold in my hands the heart of my man
A heart that has been tattered and bruised
One would think…it would be hard and cold
But I feel…the warmth flowing through
This heart has persevered sneers and taunts
A childhood of dodging “sticks and stones”
Hurt and confused: surviving nonetheless
But feeling outcast; discarded; alone
Searching for his way; his purpose in life
Finding strength from the reservoir within
Passion and truth…guiding his way
Refusing to give up; to ever give in
The heart perseveres through all it endures
Victorious; as the boy grows to man
Looking within; seeing truth and strength
Triumphant; realizing “I am proud of who I am”
The past is the past; the future is open
Passion; this heart’s guiding light
Cloaked in my love; protected and secure
Guarding his heart; thru the cold darkest night
I will honor his trust; being true in my love
Temptation has settled…into dust
His heart is my world; my treasure to hold
Never to be burdened with the weight of mistrust
I am his. He is mine. We are titled as such
Ownership of the heart; we do claim
To protect and nurture; love’s sacred fire
Smoldering embers ignite passion’s flame
His heart; in my hands; I hold to my chest
The rhythm of two…becomes one
Stronger now…bound by love
Infinite possibilities; of what is to come
Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell