There is room in my heart for the sweet,
Poetic night spent with friends by the fire.
When our ideas and dreams come together,
forming as one and bonding us even closer.
There is room in my heart for my passions,
Such as personally drawing a permanent picture
on the flesh of my fellow man.
Or for the sweet melody of jazz music
On a chilled winter day.
There is room in my heart for learning.
Being a universe only becoming self aware.
Attaining knowledge from the farest,
Reaches of the human mind.
And teaching each other as family.
There is room in my heart for many things.
Some personal, not to share.
Others for other people, who may not know.
The room in my heart is unlimited,
For it is always open.