Four Chambers

I've always been fond of One

but that was before I was introduced to the idea of more.

Then I saw the second smile

and I couldn't remember a time when I ever loved just One.

 

Two is a comfortable number for most

but then you hear the third laugh

then One and Two hearts skip a beat at the same time.

 

I was not One not am I Two or Three.

I am Four. The outsider looking into

ones soul through his blue eyes

Feeling Two's smile radiate through my bones

and hearing Threes laugh with

the goosebumps on my skin.

 

Four chambers

one heart

working together

with every breath.