my heart is a supposedly empty room
but you are the plaster
the paint
the insulation.
you are the wiring
the panelling
the studs.
you are the air that fills that so-called empty space
and you are the mural that adorns the white.
you are the music that drifts through
my room.
you are the compassion
that keeps that room intact.
you are the wish of what
could fill
my room.
Morgan Thompson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-suitful-analogy/
