Opening poem
poem
Isn't it weird?
How you can complicate things with feelings,
And yet you feel so vivid?
Isn't it weird?
How you can weaken yourself over someone,
And yet you feel so intrepid?
What is it in this trust?
This level of ecstasy..
That you behold everytime?
What is it in this belief?
Or the way how it has turned ..
Into a habit with time?
But it feels lucky,
To be cared and so pampered
With moments they bring
And it feels so amazing,
To be lost in the rhythms
Of hearts as they sing