somewhere in my heart, in some corner, or else in it whole, you can hear: the crowd in my heart cries out your name, in chorus, it is almost like the chant of the angels, your love is something divine and cultivated, no one can separate us and no harm will ever be caused, i cultivate your being in me, wherever you are now, having you in my heart, this will always be your home. in me you persevere, and it will be so for eternity if I am granted this honor.

• you mean to me, love