You who stand watch over my heart, posted by the entrance as you observe every feeling that go in and out of it; how are you today?
You who made a comfortable bed out of my heart muscles and veins; sipping my pumped blood for refreshment; how are you today?
You made a home out of the shelter of my ribs, you lit a fire in me when you said you loved me.
On that same day you took custody of my heart, lock and key. You made yourself lord of my life source and have been at the gate, observing, working, watching… I want to know: how are you today?
Candid. Real. Me. 