The feel
Seen her a few
times and
Today talked, and
I am crushed.
When the heart
sinks
It takes more time
To imprint.
And mysterious
eyes,
Hypnotize, and I
turn,
Every time she
leaves.
And I know, she’s
the
Bestest,
beautifullest
In the worldest…
And I surge ahead,
Dance with
imagination, Fly…
Don’t read, just
feel.
2 comments:
The feel:
Exploration of the beginnings of the heady state called love. Well, maybe I do have a love-hate relationship with it… bah! It’s too much of an over-used word… but…
you are a die hard romantic inside! why do you hide it..or attempt to murder it brutally in life and let it live only in poetry?
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