All the loose edges of yourself,
If only out of fear
Of your heart dividing asunder
And sinking underneath.
I, she, he, they,
We are all the same.
In the end, always to
Pretend to understand
The heart of those closest.
What does it mean,
The heat
That comes from closeness?

Bright-eyes,
Warmth-giver,
Why does your heart
Still shiver next to the
One who gives the most?