Maybe
one day,
somewhere off
in the future,
someone
will be able to hold
my heart.
Hold it
tightly
and
with
a sacred hand.
Hold it
lovingly
and
softly
knowing just how tender
it is.
Until then,
I
will hold it.
Keep
it
safe.
Love
it.
And cherish it.
Someday,
or
maybe never,
it
may be held
by someone else
with a gentle hand.
But
for now,
my
heart
is
mine
to
keep.
