I could say,
That I want to give,
You more than part of my heart.
But the truth is made,
And the heart is not parts or shards,
One exists inside another's soul or they do not.
I could promise you,
All my compassion but I cannot,
Simply give you my love so easily.
You may say,
That compassion and love,
Are one and the same but never forget.
That with love,
One will take your burden,
Not out of obligation but simply because you exist.
With compassion,
One may reason with your mind,
But will always hold doubt to the weight tied.
You have my heart,
You have my soul already,
Simply because of who you are.
And though I have no