I know you and I don’t
But I have so many feelings for you
Sometimes none
And sometimes many
Wavering between this and that
Oh to know you more
Would I love you more?
What’s love for what I imagine in you!
Maybe you are more than that
Maybe less
The questions in my head breed more questions
Are you ….?
If yes, might it be over?
Or maybe not!
Why not?
Let me set this aside
Though it can’t be otherwise
Why can’t it?
Let’s assume it is otherwise
Maybe I have a chance
Or maybe I don’t
My heart tells me definitely there will be a story
It may last for a short or a long time
But it will be over
It will be over anyway
Nothing stays the same
I just don’t want to relive old stories
They were tasteless and boring
But you are different
You are gorgeous
I don’t want to think of you otherwise
Look at my smile
From side to side
My heart is jumping with joy,
Happiness ….
But the buts kill them all
The story ends each time a but is raised
Is it love?
Love has its own people
Am I among them?
For me it is joy
But it has a short life
Soon, I will need rest and carefreeness
Sometimes love is a burden
When it is improper
Why improper?
For millions of reasons
Or maybe for one