My heart is singing again,
can your hear its excited beat?
Rumbling inside the cave of my chest
like a beast awakened from a long slumber.
"I am here, once more,
and I won't be leaving for a while," it’s telling me.
But can something that I thought was lost forever
truly come back from the dead?
I will silently watch it -this heart-
trudge an unfamiliar world for you,
take its first hesitant steps for you.
I will be satisfied watching its progress from the sides—
I won't hold it back this time.
And when you're done with this
battered, used heart, I will tend to
its wounds and nurse it back to death.
I will thank you for making
my heart sing for this short time,
for making my cheeks blush,
for giving me a reason to anticipate
time flying quickly so that the only highlights
of my days were the moments I spent with you.