That is my heart over there. It likes to be outside and to swing from trees, and sometimes it sings in the shower. That is my heart over there. It takes walks at night and remember's things you said, and sometimes it wishes that the world were quieter. That is my heart over there. I try to hide it sometimes. I remind it that it is not a prom queen and it might get hurt. I tell it not to take too many chances. But it runs to love as if flowers were promises, as if it believed in high-school dances. That is my heart over there, taking your hand. Oh! It would be better to be patient,  I know it! See my heart there beside your heart? It looks stronger than it is sometimes. Please be careful with it.

 

This could be the cutest thing I have ever heard. - Blue Mountain Arts (R)