“Becoming acquainted with yourself is a price well worth paying for the love that will really address your needs.”
(Daphne Rose Kingma)
Time passes us by
We are changing
As we go along
We play our parts
We grow into understanding
Dancing with the heart
Oh, heart, my dear heart
Speak, cry, tell me why
No one will ever know
The truth of me
The truth of you
The needs and the spaces
And the whys
I have tried
I have cried
I have blamed
Still, I know
I’ve grown into my own
I fell into my own depths
And finally found
That kind of peace
Oh heart, my dear heart
Speak, cry, tell me why
No one will ever know
The truth of me
The truth of you
Always changing
As we go along
But now I know
The needs and the spaces
And the whys
I have embraced
I have caressed
I have understood
Still, I am
Dancing with the heart
And finally found
That kind of peace
Méia Jacobs 
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