Love You Anyways and Always

A scarred chest raises and falls.
It stands.
It laughs.
It hugs with the fierceness of a lion.
It hugs with a gentle tenderness of a lamb.
It cries when no ones looking.
It smiles at clown.
It beats steadily irregular.
It loves me all around.
It is my chest.
It is his chest.
It is the one who holds me in his arms.
It is mine.