The books she holds closest to her heart,
The breaths she takes in the quiet night,
The warmth that melts away her doubt,
The sun she lets kiss her skin,
The lyrics that linger in her mind,
The confidant in her silence,
The umbrella in the rain,
The comfort in the storm,
The whisper that calms her fear,
The promise that stays when even I'm not near.
I want to be the boy
Who is her home....