A Thank You to Her Heart

As she dozed,

I placed a feeble hand upon her heart.

As her chest rippled upon my touch, 

I cried a mere "Thank you!" to her heart. 

I prove myself grateful every night for those deft beats,

to which kept her safe all these years 

she lived devoid of my affections,

my protection and undying awe. 

I would live a life bleak and naive,

unbeknownst to what could have been,

acute to anything besides my own ego,

which only brings forth superficiality. 

But instead I spend my days in gleam, 

encapsulated in utter content and humbleness. 

I refuse to take this for granted.

For the human heart is not colossal, 

Yet, it proves to be the only thing keeping us close, my love and I. 

The only thing.

I lifted my hand from her chest, a soft yet glowing red blossoming onto my cheeks.

My love had a beating heart, 

as long as that fact stayed true,

that was all I could ever ask for.