My Architect

Is there a house without a heart?
Is there a heart without a house?

Is there a house without a door?
Is there a house without a window?
Is there a house without a roof?
Is there a house without a garden?
Is there a house without a rose?
Is there a house without a cat?
Is there a house without a bird?
Is there a house without Gibran?
Is there a house without Rumi?
Is there a house without me?
Is there a house without you?

I ask my hand
I ask my pen
I ask my verse
I ask my words
I ask my heart
I ask my soul,
but I must ask
you, dearly beloved,
the architect of my love