And lately it is what I have been thinking
To let my bosom to lay at bay as to lee
And consciously beg my heart not to pace.
While she nests firmly on my open chest
Her breath like a blow torch to the steel
Melted my armour and reached for heart
I warmed up to her, I knelt to her presence
It was if my pillow is whispering to me
And me being a loud hailer divulged all
From the hardships and petty nonsenses
All she did was to stethoscope my being
Her ear to my heart beat like the doctor
I just felt so safe in her arms to confide
Disregarding the consequences of just that
With her hand perusing my hair, oh man!