There is this thing,
Deep within,
I can’t understand it,
Since it has to be handled by two hearts,
Everyone thinks about it,
Everyone dreams of having it,
No one hates it,
Because it’s too sweet,
As sweet as honey,
As charming as a bunny,
Those who have it can’t handle it,
And those who have lost it keep on trying,
Searching, looking for it,
This thing they call love.

Where are you my second heart?
The feeling is overwhelming.

August 24, 2015