You might not be perfect.
Not the saint, not the angel.
Nevertheless, there is a treasure
like something in the heart of you.
Hidden like a box of gold,
a priceless gem, more precious
than the most classic, epic, paramount
gift of humanity and the entire world unite.
I feel your rhythm galloping
on episodes of one to one thousand.
There is something in the heart of you
that is obviously true and obviously pure.
Plenty of things where one soul
finds another to be distinct from
the ordinary self and something in the
heart of you tells me that you belong to me.