My hands are used
to hold you,
to wrap themselves
around you
and squeeze away
the pain.
My legs are used
to come to you
and step on
what ails you.
My eyes are used
to see the ache
in your irises,
to see the tears
falling from them
so I can wipe
them away.
My ears are used
to listen to you
when you need
to vent about
life’s frustrations.
But my heart...
my heart is to
be used as
you please
because it’s yours.