This warmth inside, they say it is my heart
But all this time it was beat and I didnt noticed till i was with you.
Where did it go? This glowing thing.  This beating pressure.
Where? This spreading feeling. Happy and glowing
While I'm thinking of you. it warms me. But how did you get in?
Sometimes I let people in but do not
understand, its a strange land of undiscovered fellings, but I lived so long in solitude that
everything and nothing passes me by till
you that is, till you, but why does thinking
about you make me warm.
Is it that you live in my heart?
And I no longer fake
the smile upon my face, the curling of
my mouth. If you live inside of me, do
I in you? Can that be true? Do i?