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