If I could show you
The sweet little cherub
Who loosed an arrow
Into my heart
And gave it to you,
I don't think I would
Because he wasn't
Responsible.
If I could show you
The oversized heart
That grew and softened
In the wake of your
Disposition,
I wouldn't, couldn't
It doesn't exist.
But if I could show you
The dark river
That flows through my mind,
Now dotted with
Wildflowers on its banks
For you,
I would.
You have not changed me,
Softened me.
I may never float
On clouds when you are near.
I am far more pragmatic.
Maybe that is not enough.
But the specks
Of beauty
Blossoming in my head
Are far more precious
Than arrows or
Oversized organs.