I tried, I tried to write hard
To see and feel the world the way it is.
But every sense that I feel connects to you.
Every way possible.
Giving my soul a pleasure—a release.
When I thought to write about my observation,
They always felt to be my aspiration; your inspiration.
I tried, I tried to say—a thing—direct,
But was afraid, about the unknown dialogue.
Perhaps, a heart-piercing dialect.

Still, even despite advice of many,
I cannot bring my mind to any.
Fumbling, I write about you—from now to eternity.

You say to control!
How can I?
This thing—today!
I realized,
I spent the whole day to enact you.
Even nature can't defy.
Stronger are my feelings than ever it could be.
Don't worry, I am writing these lines the way they should be.
The way it should be.