I Give You My Heart

I give you my heart, not wrapped in gold,
Not perfect, not polished, not brave nor bold.
It trembles with truths I’ve never told,
But it beats for you—faithful, uncontrolled.

I give you my heart, though it’s weathered and worn,
Bruised from the battles, softened by storms.
It’s carried regrets, it’s been tattered and torn,
But still, it beats in its purest form.

Not made of diamonds or marbled stone,
But built from the silence I’ve walked alone.
It’s stitched with hope and gentle moan,
A place where only your soul has grown.

I give you my heart—not just the part
That smiles when near you, or leaps at the start.
I give you the shadows, the cracks, the art
Of loving through fear and falling apart.

I give you the nights I never could sleep,
The secrets I’ve buried a thousand feet deep.
I give you the promises I vowed to keep,
Even when silence was all I could weep.

I give you the songs I never could sing,
The winters I passed, waiting for spring.
The ache of longing, the joy it can bring,
When love finds a nest and unfolds its wing.

I give you my dreams—the broken and bright,
The ones that faded in cold twilight.
The ones that still dance when I close my eyes tight,
The ones that now whisper, “You make them right.”

I give you my heart, my doubts and my grace,
The pages I wrote but never could face.
The love I stored in a sacred place—
Now offered to you, without a trace.

I give you the echo of every goodbye
That shattered my will, yet taught me to try.
I give you the tears I never let dry,
For in your embrace, I no longer cry.

I give you the slow, the wild, the fast,
The patience to heal, the courage to last.
I give you a love not born of the past,
But forged in a fire that will not be surpassed.

I give you the truth, not wrapped in disguise,
Not dipped in honey or covered in lies.
It’s raw and it’s real, like tear-stained skies—
But it sees its forever when I see your eyes.

I give you my silence, my voice, and my word,
My loudest thunder, my softest unheard.
The pages of poetry yet to be stirred—
The untamed beauty in every slurred word.

I give you my hands—not just to hold,
But to lift you up when the nights are cold.
To build a future, to brave the bold,
To grow old with you, heart over gold.

I give you my mornings, blurry with light,
My half-awake smile, my warmth from the night.
The breath of the coffee, the hush of first sight,
The start of a day that just feels right.

I give you my flaws, the ones I disguise,
The fears that fester behind my eyes.
I give you my faith in our shared skies,
In the way you never let my spirit die.

I give you my storms and the rain that comes,
The thunder of pain and the beat of drums.
But I also give you the rainbows and suns,
The peace I found when our story begun.

I give you my heart—yes, all of me.
The restless wind, the broken sea.
The poetry written in secrecy—
Now spoken aloud so you truly see.

I give you the time I still have to live,
The best of my soul, all I can give.
Each day I breathe, I choose to forgive,
To love you harder, to grow, to give.

I give you my laughter, my joy, my grace,
The calm you bring, your steady pace.
I give you a home, a sacred place,
Where your name is etched across my face.

I give you my yesterdays and my tomorrows,
My triumphs, my failures, my deepest sorrows.
I give you a love that never borrows,
That plants, that roots, that always follows.

I give you my words and all I create,
The verses I pen, the turns of fate.
I give you a soul that no longer waits—
But walks with yours through open gates.

I give you the stillness, the fire, the spark,
The way I feel safe in your arms in the dark.
I give you the music, the poem, the mark
Of a heart that’s healed from every scar.

I give you forever—not just a while,
Not just the laughter or only the smile.
I give you the journey, the path, the mile,
And every heartbeat that makes it worthwhile.

So take this heart, it's trembling, true.
It beats, it burns, it bleeds for you.
And with it, my soul, I give that too—
Forever yours, through and through.