Monday, February 2, 2015

My Heart

I was the first to hold you under my heart.
I was the first to smile into your eyes.
I was the first to realize I would fight unseen enemies to keep you from pain.
I was the first to feed you, clothe you, bathe you, comb your hair, plant kisses on your face.
I was the first to fall in love with you.
Mine was the first heart you broke.