The Big Question

You are my rock, this I know to be definite
But are you my love rock?
Are you my buttered toast, my cat gotten cream?
Are you the having and eating of my cake?
Are you my love-rock-cake?

If I love you and give you my heart
what exactly will you do with it?
Will you treasure it, cherish it, protect it?
Or, will you take it for granted until it withers?
Is my heart safe with you?

When I am even wrinklier than now, so much so
that only true love can blind you
will it still blind me?
When we are raisins baked in the sun of years
will we still see the juicy grapes of before?

And what happens to your heart in all of this?
Do I get to see it? Can I touch it, hold it?
Can I take it home for the holidays -
it is a very responsible job.
Will you trust me to look after your heart?

Now that is a lot of questions, could take ages to answer them all,
perhaps a lifetime of time
Can you spare me that? Share it with me?
Do you have time to see
if indeed you are for me?