You live by yourself most of the time, independent and carefree
You have the autonomy to design your little home
Any way you want it, with little pots of flowers and sunshine pouring in
Occasionally when you feel the time is right
You let someone in
And like a little child, excitement bubbled inside you
You watch him keenly as he navigates his way around
In eager anticipation,
You wonder if he'll fit right in
Yet there’s that little voice that cautions
That innate fear and that fervent hope
Praying that he doesn't break anything
In your little home called Heart
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