Why do I feel this way?
I have no words to say--
I think I have no words,
Is this feeling absurd?
Because when I see you
The thoughts start to fester--
Always, I feel I knew--
Am I just your jester?
Who is speaking to me?
How is it that I see,
With my heart or my head?
On soft ground, I do tread--
My eyes, your eyes entrance;
And this pain, this blinding
Terror, this playful dance
Shackles my heart, binding--
What is this that I feel?
Could this even be real?
