Think of your heart,

think of it as a pair of angel wings.

Something pure and white,

but easily hurt and stained.

 

Think about how a wound,

just one injury,

could leave you grounded

for the rest of your life.

 

Think about dirty hands

pulling strings and plucking feathers.

Think about soft caresses,

hesitant and light. 

 

I want to touch you with 

clean hands, and soft caresses, 

I want to touch your heart

hesitantly, and lightly. 

 

But more, I want it to be because 

you asked me to. 

Your heart is yours, 

do you hear me?

 

It is a pair of angel wings 

that should beat and lift you off the ground

every time

someone says I love you.

 

It is yours, 

and if you let me hold onto it, 

I want it to beat so hard and so fast 

when I say I love you

 

we will both fly 

up, up, up, 

past the sky, 

maybe even to the moon. 

 

I think I get it, Frank Sinatra,

When you sing 

"Fly me to the moon"

I think I get it.

 

See, this kind of love,

it is selfless. It is to build you up. 

We could get along without each other. 

But you choose to be with me.

 

This isn't manipulation,

it's not co-dependancy. 

It is you and me saying, 

"Here, will you hold this for me?"

 

Your heart is yours, 

do you hear me?

It is a pair of angel wings,

strong enough to fly but easy to break.

 

It is so easy to break.

So much so, that when those filthy hands touch it,

because they see it, want it, love it,

you have to move them the way they want you to.

 

Your heart is a pair of angel wings,

and there are people who want to clip them.

They want to destroy a part of those beautiful wings 

so they can have the rest of you forever.

 

I hope they never do.

I hope you realize in time

that just because they love you,

they have no right to destroy you.

 

Your heart is yours, 

do you hear me? 

Your heart is yours,

it is a pair of angel wings.