Between My Heart and Your Reply

 

What you think of me’s your sky,
Clouds that drift and wander by.
Yet what I say and how it lands
Rests within my willing hands.

 

I tune my words, adjust my tone,
But leave your inner world your own.
I sow the seed, release the rain,
Without a claim on harvest gain.

 

I greet the streets in Tết’s embrace,
With open smile and easy grace.
Some turn away, some light with cheer,
I honor both, each is revered.

 

Your thoughts are yours, my path is mine,
I shape the words, not your design.
I risk the “no,” I risk the “yes,”
But never stake my worth on guess.

 

To try control denies the chance,
That life unfolds in fragile dance.
Refine the step, accept the spin,
Let feedback teach, not under skin.

 

Your thoughts are yours, my path is mine,
I shape the words, not your design.
I risk the “no,” I risk the “yes,”
But never stake my worth on guess.

 

It’s not your job to cherish me,
That work is mine, and sets me free.
I’ll meet each gaze, both warm and cool,
With courage as my guiding rule.