in poetry ~ read.

If I am in your heart

If I am in your heart,
how come I do not I feel it.
I figure I should be warm
and tinkling over
from all the furious pumping
your heart has to do
if you think of me as
much as you claim to do

If I am in your heart
how come I do not know it
like sniffing the air tells me
it is going to rain