I never felt it..
I never felt it so hard.
Feeling of love is around me,
it's pushing me towards...
Towards somebody.
I won't tell the name,
I'll leave it as a secret.
Nobody knows my feeling of love.
Nobody knows that I'm in love.

Ode to the Artists
The givers of life
The ones who bring joy
And wondrous strife

Ode to the Poets
The ones who keep giving
The writers with nothing
Who make life worth living

Ode to the Music Makers
Who give melody to all
For life without glorious tune
Would be our downfall

Ode to the Travelers
The ones who devise
They stray far away
And never think twice

Ode to the Dreamers
The ones who make it true
They prove the impossible
To all who need but believe, and do

And Ode to the so-called Wicked
The ones they cast out
Who all know true sorrow
And armed with that, we breakout!

Breakout of convention
Of the daily routines
We make it our mission
To dare and do what we dream

For the ones who are ordinary
Who stay within the lines
They don't achieve anything at all
And live life unalive.

A single thought
          can tear apart
What has been said
          to a lonely heart

A heart so fine
          so dear
It’s innocence stays
         and keeps it clear

This heart of mine
         you cannot hold
For two hands simply
         can break it alone

So alone I stay
         alone I remain
Using this excuse
         with inward shame

I dare not put
        my heart on the line
For I know it will break
        and no longer shine

So don’t think to pine
         this heart I bare
This weight, I carry alone
         and dare not share.

I wonder if he is aware of the immensity of my desire. The things I would do for my body and my mind to be intertwined with his, much more than just every once in a while.

I wonder if he can sense the fear buried within my soul. The way the thought of losing him even for a brief moment, seems to shake up my whole world.

I wonder if he feels the way my eyes gaze over at him in awe, lost in his existence, as he watches the rest of the world. The way my fingers trace his every outline, hoping to memorize each beautiful curve that make up his gentle features.

I wonder if he senses my worry when we do not speak for a few days. The way my mind spirals, creating various irrational thoughts. That even though I give him the space he needs, I wish to engage with him at all times.

I wonder if he ever wonders about me, too.

Perhaps I’m just a lovesick fool.

Still, I wonder.