You are home for me.
My fragile heart lives
In the palm of your hand.
If flowers open for the sun,
Then you are mine,
The light I couldn\'t see
Until in it, I blossomed.
You didn\'t change me,
You found me,
All the frightened,
Little pieces
I thought had died,
You held them gently,
Keeping them warm,
Until one day
I could breathe again.