when I peep into your heart,
I see a pretty pink little room,
two windows on the wall,
one of them in golden frame,
let you see the world,
the way it wants it,
another window smaller one,
much higher the eye level,
wants you see the world,
the way you want to see.
The smaller window
hiding from everyone,
brings you warmth in cold winter,
moonlight washes down your lovely face.
Small window I am,
do not close me down,
I survive in the warmth of your heart,
Only you can feel me out.
Pen and paper 