when a heart breathes
I ask people what love is...
They usually tell me different things.
They say it makes a heart breathe,
I think it makes reality from dreams.
My mother told me a story when I was a child.
She said, "God gave it to you when you were born."
"With His own breathe, He blessed you with his own,"
"that, my dear child, is how much you're adorned."
My brother told me, "When Ronda found me, I was lonely."
"But when I looked into her eyes, my heart could breathe."
He also told me, "You'll find that someone."
Growing up I didn't know who that could be.
He said, "Love does make reality from dreams..."
I know, because God gave it to me."
I know now by what this means,
for when I look into your eyes, my heart breathes.
dedicated to my late brother, Jack Roberts
