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There’s a room in my heart where a little you lives.
Some days I can feel your pulse passing through
Out-stretched hands as you hear my heartsong.
I imagine my hand on your own (heart).
Most days your heart is light, and you sing to and through me.
You sing and you dance, swirling and twirling,
Spinning and grinning, showering the room with sweetness.
Sometimes you play dress up, sometimes you go out for the eve,
Taking wing, wafting off through wide, open windows.
But you always return come dawn like a fairy to the light.
Some days you are quiet, still as a summer day in the desert,
Just sitting and watching the gardens below, the birds above,
Cooing in time, sighing, smiling, winking at the sun.
Yes, I can feel the smiles. They are warm to the touch.
I cannot see you but I know you are there.
And that is all that matters any more.
That you are a part of me.
That I am all around you.
That we are inseparable.