I am smitten with the idea of you
probably that I seek in your presence too
I pace to match the rhythm of my thought
Chasing! Chasing ! Just chasing!
Panting hard
Crying with the empty hand.
I do not try to possess you at all
I would not like if you act just as I say you to do
I am no commander of any.
But you didn't live anymore
You, the one, I fell for.
I don't seek your grave to sink my head into
And lie about how beautiful I see the world with you
Now when I asked you for some time in isolataiton
My ink must fly as it wish to.
The words which were used uselessly
had lost their vanity somewhere
abandoned by attention
Have broken their shackles
tempted to be inscribed into the sabotaged
Celebrating their world today.
I would love to cherish the warmth of your zeal
Me in you is a high saying
If your ever breathe you
I bet
I'll be smitten by you again.