I sit here writing, telling a story and as I write my hand cramps from all the words one can say about a simple topic. A topic that comes up a lot but never really ment the words flow through my hands like paint splattered on a canvas. As the heart pumps the words can flow. It's so easy to give a heart but even easier to break it. How can something so important be so easy to destroy. In life the heart gets scared and may hide. Until someone true can come in and take it for the last time and keep it in a safe with a lock and key so nothing can hurt it again. As I write there is only 1 sentence on my page. I'm blocked I don't know what else to say everything that is there is already down. There is nothing better then this sentence and I can't top it. I can't get my self to top it. Everything I feel is already there... What can a man like me do to change this. I can't beat myself all I can do is give to you. The one I write so gently and compassionate for. I have nothing left except to tell you, my story the perfect sentence. The one that I can beat if I tried. So here take what I have and never give it back.
I love you with all my heart and my heart belongs with you now take it and don't think twice, I love you and give you the only true gift I can.