I want to build a home for her heart
Maybe then, its beat can reverberate throughout the house
I’ll hammer the nails into the intricately carved cornice that nudges the kittens to arouse
She’ll tell me how much she loves the fountain with water pouring out of the statue’s mouth
She can sprinkle compost onto the flowers in our garden for them to sprout
This one, this time, she can help build my fire rather than burn me down
And my stomach won’t drop into a pit whenever she’s around
A burnt child may love the fire, but I’d rather take my chances in her ocean and drown
I’ll pick flowers and tie up her bouquet in a ribbon like I’d do with her hair, her crown
And hope she’ll see I’m always with her in the lights and street signs in the darkened town
No fear, I’ll relearn the strings again so I can play to the lyrics of her sound
That loving me is the easiest thing, for her to do so is freedom rather than feeling bound
Zen Hatlang