You Gave Your Best For My Beaten

You asked for my hand and received a broken heart with a smile. You weren’t afraid. You keep it with you and care for it like it was your own. Your touch heals and your words speak life into the beaten muscle. Refilled the ventricles with hope and care so they can pump the what I feel to be so pure and true. My body is renewed as you work your magic and have your way with me. Soothing the trembles and calming the nerves, I can breath easy when you’re near. The creation of a new atmosphere was long overdue for a grand opening; better late than never…I guess I was just waiting for the right management to direct the building process. Centering my thoughts on you helps to fade out the causes of your work. My burden was heavy and your heart was light. The trade wasn’t fare, but you didn’t care. You said it was alright, it’s not supposed to be…it’s never supposed to be…Over the course of what we have, I slowly accepted your offer and gave more of myself to you as you did more work to bring it out me. Your work is not in vane, my dear. Your reward is soon to come. I just need the courage to give it to you is all…