Your Name

Listen.

There is a beat,

Soft, but clear. 

One,

Two,

Three;

Listen.

There is a beat. 

Getting louder, faster. 

Four,

Five,

Six;

Listen.

Your cheeks turn rose,

Mine soon follow.

Seven,

Eight, 

Nine;

Listen.

There is a beat,

Soft, but clear.

Ten;

It is my heart.

Singing your name.

This poem is about: 
Me

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