To the one that picked up a crying heart,

off the road.

The density of it, you had never guessed was empty,

until it was in your hands.

The pace of it, beating so fast, it could have burst,

slowed.

The collapsing vessels, filling quicker,

Yes, your small gestures did more than outstand.

To the one who fixed the girl,

she was the carrier of the heart.

Once the safety of the heart fixed,

You steadily stepped back,

The eyes on her had latched love onto you, from the start,

You realized the body that it set in,

Was also sad like a canyon depth,

So black. So dark.

To the one that picked up my crying heart,

off of the road.

I guess the density of it now, could be called my testimony,

because of your hands.

The life it currently carries, is like a bag of diamonds,

held to the bronze life, that used to show.

Without you, my heart would've been dead.

So, know that your love has done more for me than just outstand.