Where My Heart Dwells

My heart dwells in the little things,
In crooked smiles and the bird that sings.
Where my heart rests is slow and free,
Lazy jazz records and sips of tea.

My soul lingers where there is justice and sun,
Yet my life, my life is no longer for one.
For when you came near and invaded my space
I waded into such a perfect place.

You sat on my couch.
You lounged in my arms,
And loved with a love to do no harm,
But to coddle me and to make me stay.
To believe I could live in such a way
That I could open my heart and spread some room
For this timid bud to bloom.