You
are the
paper
upon which
I
write
You
are the
clay
in which
I
sculpt
You
are the
ears
into which
I
speak
You
are
the
heart
in which
I
beat
You
are the
paper
upon which
I
write
You
are the
clay
in which
I
sculpt
You
are the
ears
into which
I
speak
You
are
the
heart
in which
I
beat