Baby You Touch My Heart
Baby you touch my heart.
I miss you when we are apart.
Guileless and so enduring,
innocent and refreshing.
Bright eyed and animated
in a world that seems so jaded.
A heart that is pure and just wants
to love and be loved is rare.
Showing me in so many ways
how much you care.
Priya turns her observant eye fully on Scott in this lyric poem — not on his physical presence but on his inner qualities. She sees in him something she names as rare: a purity of heart, an animated joy, a guileless way of moving through a world that has made most people guarded. For a woman who has seen enough of the world to know the difference, this observation carries the full weight of experience behind it.
I have known many people in my life — within my family, my community, my profession, my friendships. I am not easily impressed and I am not easily moved. Scott moved me quickly because what I saw in him was genuine. The word guileless came to me naturally — it means without deception, without hidden motive, exactly what it appears to be. In my experience that quality in a person, especially a man, is genuinely rare. I wanted him to know that I see it and that I value it completely.