Dear, you say I am small enough to fit on top of your palm,
But lover I disagree.
My heart, it is huge.
It’s like a balloon that expands.
It expands,
And I don’t know when it’s going to stop because,
Honey it feels like it is going to burst.
The content of your laughter and your butterfly eyelashes,
Fill to the rim.
Like a glass of whiskey.
Baby, you are making me tipsy.
My poetic fluidity is gone,
It evaporated into the sky.
So I am waiting for it to rain.
Sweetie, hum me a song while we wait;
Wait for the skies to cry.
So somehow I can show you,
How much my heart can weigh,
Your hand down to the ground.