Of course I'm apprehensive about opening my heart - I'm human.

I will always be proud of hands calloused with hard work and labors of love, but I will never be proud of a heart calloused with distrust, fear and doubt.

Your heart beats a rhythm I just can't stop dancing to.

My heart is forever yours, whether you want it wrapped, on a platter or a canvas.

Couple thousand miles apart, yet still in my heart, how she stays close to me - she's perfected this art.

You can break my heart, but never my spirit.