You, my bow, my rudder, my helmsman, my boat and everything
My sea, my anchor, my sand and my fishing rod
My compass and my north, my port and my support
My sails and my nets, my fishing and my dock
My drama for seasickness, my captain and my crew
What more can the heart ask for?
You, pi piano, my paper, my Chinese ink, verse and everything
My best muse, my guitar and my song attempts
My Spanish alphabet, my best inspiration
My quartets, my pegs
My ideas without suitcases, my letters without mail
And this story lurking in reason
What more can the heart ask for?
You, the Teflon where my problems slide
You, my peace and my battle, my truth and my novel
You, my vice, my addiction, my philosophy
My coherence and my madness, my disorder, my harmony
You, my remedy and my evil, the kryptonite of this Superman
You, my seed, my garden, my gardener, flower and everything
My best fertilizer, my leaf and stem
My branch and my root , my sun, my watering can
My water and strainer, my fertilization
My iridescent stamen, my pollen, my pistil in heat
My rain, my petal and button
What else can ask for the heart?
You, the Teflon where my problems slide
You, my peace and my battle, my truth and my novel
You, my vice, my addiction, my philosophy
My coherence and my madness, my disorder, my harmony
You, my remedy and my evil, the kryptonite of this Superman

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