You crack my heart open like it’s an egg.
You calm my fears
away until they’re vapor.
Your smile makes my guard dogs sit up and beg.
You knock down all
my walls like they’re rice paper.
You war against my great army of doubt;
It cries surrender
when you take the field.
You kiss my dry parched soul and end its drought.
You touch my heart
and all its scars are healed.
You do all that and more for me by living,
Because your
heart’s a mansion—and all I
Want is one room where I can keep on giving
All that and more
to you until I die.
Whether or not
you let me through those doors,
What little
that I am and have is yours.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
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