My heart waits for your heart--

Like ice about to melt,

Like tears about to fall,

Like laughter rising up so naturally.

My heart listens for your heart,

Like the pitter-patter of kitten's feet

Scurrying down the hall.

My heart is your heart's ball of yarn,

Unraveling at your flirtatious bats

And sideways glances.

I've emptied my heart of everything but you,

So there is room to play.

What are the chances that ice will melt today,

Or that your heart will wait here for me, 

So playfully, on the steps of my soul?

-jenn