The gift of the heart

She looks at you calmly, confidently.
Her steady hands
offer a heart that is not broken,
but alive, burning with truth.

It falls into a flower that waits, open,
like a soul ready
to turn love into roots,
into light, into sacred fire.

A star shines on her forehead,
not as an adornment,
but as a certainty:
to give one's heart is to become complete.

Around her,
butterflies rise.
They do not decorate: they announce.

Even the air understands
that this is how true flight begins.