I feel it fly and fall about me,
But is it really what I see?
To me, it is not.
But to them, to thee?
This is a poem that makes little sense,
Like love itself in a sense,
So grasp of what you can
Understand for you may need
What you so-truly understand.
In the world of love a heart
Is like a bullet of mystery,
Ponder a moment and it’ll go,
Don’t ponder at all and
You’ll miss the show.
I understand that this is senseless,
A rant, a deception, nonsense.
But is this not a description of
What love is and a poem is not,
I don’t ask you to understand;
Merely to grasp what you do
So-truly understand…