i think a little bit
what is in you that i love
what is in me that you cannot love
logic tells me
you are never worthy of my love
you are not the kind and quality that i am looking for
i detest this unexplainable feeling
if i think some more
i vomit with what i see
and see carefully
crazy heart
illogical self
every moment i long for you
every time i see you i become lost thinking about you
i cherish your face
i desire your touch
i want to fuse with your body
i imagine the warmth
and the throbbing heart
singing in bliss
my mind says i am crazy
but this heart says i am right
with you i become a bird with swift wings
i can fly to the highest skies
with you i can be complete
there is no word fit for this
this is a river flowing without a mind of its own
and yet it has song
it has life
it has love.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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