I want to rent a room in your heart

I want to rent a room in your heart,

for how long I do not know,

but if I cannot have

the whole of it,

then I would like to rent a part,

I would light the room with

honey waxed candles,

paint the walls

with gentle strokes

of ocean colours,

fill the air with the scent of

warm damask rose,

devote a corner for a shrine,

silken rugs woven

by ancient Persian hands,

would brush against

soft soundless steps

as you walk by;

I would honour my tenancy

with all my soul,

in the hope of a permanent place.