I stepped in, quite by accident ..
that's a lie  
it was intentional
Every move I made was intentional from the moment I saw you
It was an exquisite place, oh I realized where I was right off ..
inside of your heart
My soul looked at yours and curiously remarked
"no one's ever been here before have they?" 
 A question it already knew the answer to
but just loved the smoke and mirrors created by asking.
And I absolutely adored the virtuous way your soul replied "no"
you hadn't made the bed, I remember I liked that
Somehow it looked easier to get into that way
I turned to face you, our eyes locked, you smiled asking "what?"
I looked down at the floor, then turned my eyes up to meet yours
being sure to look ever so sincere as I replied
"you're beautiful"
You took my hand,
and led me to that unmade bed                        
your soul whispered "no" of course but,
nevertheless
you gave the room to me.
I moved the furniture around, painted the walls                                 changed the bed linens, hung my clothes in the closet
hung my jacket from the chair back
put my cologne on the dresser
I painted your spirit with the most incredible colors
and you did the same for me in loving return
I  can still see that jacket hanging on the back of that chair
And every once in a while you swear you can smell that cologne
But how is that possible when ..
We haven't seen each other in years