It is by the singing of my heart

It is by the singing of my heart that I know you

And that my heart beats to your rhythm now.

That frightens me a little..

I am not used to it,

And the sharing of my bed with all that means

And that it feels as if it was always so

And you know it wasn't

I shouldn't feel used to it.

Your face has been a part of me so long

You were always there with us, caring

Though reluctantly at first.

You didn't make the choice

Nor I.

It was reluctantly at first

And no, I shouldn't feel used to it.