When you look out the window,
you will see me.
When you stir your tea,
you will taste me.

You will find me in the papers on your desk
and the softness of your eyes.
You will find me in the ringing of the phone
and in the arch of your back.

You will reach for a pencil
and find me;
You will pick up a folder
and there I am.

I am love and I am here,
turn to me, let me in.