
While offering
and accepting one’s heart,
remember,
along with the fragrance
and beauty of love
be prepared to accept
the thorny agonies as well.

Don’t let the heart
wither away.
It’s delicate as a rose.
It blooms wherever planted
when one nourishes the soul.

A heart
given with love
also carries each breakage
it has encountered.
Handle with care.

The heart is like a flower.
It opens up
when the time is right.

Giving someone heart
is greatest gift
and symbol of faith,
but taking care
of that heart
is the biggest
morale responsibility
which requires
equally pure
and larger heart.

A heart that is in love
more fragile
than a rose.
Look heavenward
and cry
this most everyone knows.

Beware!
My heart spikes
but my love is true.

Never turn
your whole heart
to someone else.
The only one
that cherish it daily
is yourself.

Bruised and squelched.
Scarred,
insecure.
You can take my heart
for it still bleeds pure.
But beware, O beholder,
of newly grown thorns,
you’ll have to endure.

The heart is the flower
of true love.