Only given...

Her face is a poem,

stops men in their tracks.

But her piece of art,

is defined by its cracks.

She worries and races,

throughout her whole day.

No one stops to think,

about the price she must pay.

While others want from her,

to her family she gives.

Her freedom must die,

so their hope may yet live.

Then one day she meets him,

recognizes his power.

He begs for her trust,

and bears Bleeding Heart flowers.

Her eyes tell him the story,

of the way she must go.

He respects her decision,

about their love yet to grow.

Her heart is a puzzle,

and by her mind it's driven,

It can never be taken,

it can only be given.