What is thing feeling , this that I long to fight
What is it that I long to write
Uncertain of it being wrong or right
Consumed by compassion
An overflow of emotions
Love in its highest proportion
In me caused a commotion
Drunk of its concortion
Dissolved in its solution
Failed to reach a conclusion
Illuminated by its resolution
Deceived of its illusion
From it fell into confusion
Is this real ?
Is it how I feel ?
My heart she did steal
My wounds did heal
Emptiness in my heart did fill
Been with me in my ills
Been the best part of my thrills
Is this real ?
Is it how I feel ?
On my knee I would kneel
Feel your finger , be your wedding ringer
My feelings too heavy to write
Too strong to fight
Invisible for me to sight
Too ripe couldn't take a bite
Losing myself I might
All I need is hold you tight
Close to you all through the night
Me , your most noble night
©fredrick o
F