My heart belongs to the boy
With the sun in his eyes
The moon in his smile
And the stars in his soul

Cotton wood floats lazily in the air
Like the first snow in summer
The wooden rail of the bridge is sunwarmed
The breeze is cool and gentle
Blowing ripples in the river
The green stained glass water glides smoothely
Fish and turtles play here
Walking along the bank
The little clearings dappled with sun
Walking with nature, his hand in mine
Hand in hand with nature
Chatting with time
Watching the roses bloom
Sometime in the heat of June
While the bunnies play
In the cool of the shade
Cotton wood floats lazily in the air
Like the first snow in summer

I let my self fall open
I bare my soul to you
I let you become everything
I hand you my heart

An angel in every sense
A word full of light
Full of wonder and beauty
A creature of pain and love

With white wings
Golden soft love
Carry me home
In your protecting arms

A heart that is twisted
Beyond all recognition
A torn up novel with a ruined cover

Tonight’s the night,
And in the dark
He’ll somehow fix her bleeding heart

Gilded pages,
A glued up binding,
In a soft new jacket

Pretty words and delicate pictures
Color and dark black ink
The adventure of a story

Like the beating of a broken drum
Pulsing gently, gently throbbing
Quiet cold, the ache grows dimmer
Wind grows warm as in summer