In Your Heart

I will not lie.
Sometimes I wish I were living
in your new house with you.

It would be beautiful,
but not because it is
a new house.

It would be beautiful because
you are living there.

Sometimes I wish I was sitting
in that tree in the woods with you,
watching the animals pass
wrapping my coat
tight around me.

It would be beautiful,
but not because it is
a tree in the woods.

It would be beautiful because
you are the man who is
relaxing up there.

But maybe you would not love me
if I laid in your arms every night
or sat in your tree in the woods.

Perhaps it is better
that I do not live in your house
and I can not sit in your tree.

It could stay beautiful then
because always I’d live in your heart.

~ cj 2011.09.23

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