Hold me; hold my heart.
Hold it like a lover, softly, passionately.
Hold it like a father, protectively, strongly.
Hold it like a brother, laughing with me, playing along.
Hold it like a best friend, secrets we only know, places we only go.
And your heart? It is tucked within mine.
It is held like a lover, sweetly, intimately.
It is held like a mother, safely, acceptingly.
It is held like a sister, adoringly, funnily.
It is held like a best friend, always looking out for you, always having your back.
Need I say more?
Victoria Yeary 