A poem with a heart breathes inside my cavity.
A lake made from tears, dripping over my skin.
A fallen blade is trying to seduce me for a final embrace.
I've been waiting for the breeze to move me rapidly and lead my weary wings towards you.
I've been napping inside your memory for decades, nursing your images, keeping your happiness flowing, discarding your sadness.
You have no idea how greatly I fancy you.
You are the poem of my heart.