The heart is the first validation
The soft sound of it beating
A miracle of man’s procreation
Then as young children in “love”
Hearts in red crayon we very proudly drew
Given to our valentines and crushes
Heart was a metaphor for feelings that were new
We associate the heart with love
Yet it keeps our bodies living
Even beating when partially broken
Our red crayon heart still life giving
My heart has stopped before
It just simply quit beating
Doctors saved my life then
I try to avoid history repeating
That beautiful red crayon heart
That I drew on paper as a small kid
Alone in the silence of the night
I feel its rhythm beating in my head
The heart is often love’s symbol
Though love is felt by the brain
We protect the heart against hurt
For we fear the red crayon heart’s pain
I protected my red crayon heart
From both illness and also the pain of heartbreak
I was scared that it was too damaged
That one more hurt was more than it could take
But I let him in without a pause
His words floating like music in my head
Ignoring the fear of heartbreak
He gently healed my red crayon heart instead
His touch so soft and gentle
But the impact I felt to my core
His passion for music and beauty
I had never experienced it before
I let my guard down and I became his
Though miles apart we are one now, instead of two
The gift of love is precious and fragile
My heart now feels healed, almost red crayon new
If only I could draw us new red crayon hearts
Hearts brand new without any damage done
Together we could start fresh as children do
Hearts beating strong as we laugh on the run
Through all of the pain I found love worth the wait
I place my red crayon heart into his open hands
I know he will be gentle but life can be tough
So I add super glue, band aids and rubber bands
