You hold my heart with nervous hands,
Afraid of its breaking.
Quietly whisper, “I’ll take the chance”
Slowly, gently waking.
Nightmarish past tainted with blackness,
Gentle heart buried
Beneath harshness, piercing pain.
Within bodies created by loving hands,
It is you I married.
Promises spoken, trust varied.
I am yours, I love you- very.