Can you hear it? Can you feel it.
   each bump, each boom.

Do you want to feel this feeling? Take my hand.
   Listen to angelic songs, travel my turbulent sea.

Do you feel it? This sickness.
  Each stroke, Each mark, Each words, Each Song.

It will never be enough, to express this feeling.
  No poet, no genius, no artist can express this desire.

Take my hand,
   suffer, lost in unnatural congenital thoughts.
      trying to say - " I love you"