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
