Heart Window

There is a window on my heart. It is tiny. If you were to press your face against it, You would see a wide, green land. There are valleys and lakes there, Mountains as big as a story, Trees as tall as a tale. When I sing, The sun rises over the hills. When I cry, the valleys drown in rain. I would open the window for you And we could run in my meadows Hike in my forests If you wish. Or, if you would so choose, We can swim in my lakes, Lie on the beach in the sun And whisper secret dreams to each other. Be careful with my heart. Cut down not my trees, Level not my mountains, But love the wild tangle of my heart. And maybe Someday You could let me inside your heart And we could live there If you would so choose.