Is it fondness that I have,
Or the kindness that you show?
The care that I crave,
Or the warmth that I owe?
Would you call it friendly
Or consider me a family?
Am I an outrageously spoilt
Kid by your doting?
Because all day long,
All I want you to do is prating.
Sometimes I feel so foolish,
You see! I swigged up all your angst
With a relish.
When my day glooms,
You fill me up with zest and zeal.
You are a room
For me to heal.
Why ain't I ever satisfied
Gazing at you?
Just look into my eyes
And don't move.
How much should I sacrifice
To have you all to myself?
I adore you very much,
That I'll make you into a toy
And keep you on my shelf.
I don't know what this feeling is,
Would it stay or perish morow?
All I can say is
For the moment, this is love!
Ah! A cupid hit me with an arrow.
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Feelings... | Poems
PoetryFeelings... is a compilation of poems that depict human emotions. I've tried my best to describe the feelings as much I have felt in this series.Do share your thoughts and aspects that I left regarding that particular feeling in the comment section...
