93.

am i defined by your love
am i weighed by your touch
do i find myself wanting
at the sound of your voice
from down the long dark hall

can i find my self in your heart
can i find my worth in your soul
will i read my autobiography
by staring in your eyes

silver chocolate bells and little candy mints
the rhythm of my heart is in your hand
beating once for you
and once for me
once again for you
then me

lovesong and a card
they may say it, in a way
but the words of my love
are not found in ink or voice

for they are found in the trees
it is felt in the air
it is heard from the moon
and it is seed from my face