Send me the budget of your heart.
Lend me the budget of your heart.
Its shape alights onto my window.
To open the dictionary of love, press bravo.
Fill some blanks in my understanding here
Or dance a tarantella where you are.
Send me a prism to fill up the schism between us.
Flamboyant plant rosters greet us as we jump
Into cool baths of air which God
Has finally decided to shower upon us.
Are you trying to tell me something
With your granite airs of Arctic ice?
The reading fee on my heart
Doesn't come measured in small coins.