My heart is not and can not be a crematorium . You cannot make it a graveyard of my dreams. It is never and cannot be a showcase, artificially decorated to attract prospective buyers.
It is a springly rivulet.
My life is the hot- summer- day - shadow of a big tree.
 Have a sip,a dip and a nip-nip-nap. I will pat you ,care you and fare you across.
 A finger on you lip,a cool nappy in my safe lappy- you 'll always be happy.
All the dreams are allowed here to play ,grow and live.
We always take personal care for each baby dream- even after they are grown adult-reality.
And more; we do not claim ownership or credit for your adulthood.
That is  I, me, my mine and  we, us  ,our,ours.