Permanently placed. Soft touch, a lasting impression where it counts. I feel it. You might sometime try to scour or scrape, but you will never erase the fingerprints you left on my heart.
. . . and who will come and sit quietly as I dream mouthful of emotion colours wrapped in silence immobile motion even visible but. . . only to me not even an audience could know what I might see but perhaps would settle for dreams of their own