Surely, it must be a combination
Of every feeling known to man
That haunts me still—binds me
To pensive nights and rustles
Me awake from the deepest sleep.
I must be the most optimistic
Of all the pessimists, for when I see
You smile—when I catch a glimpse
Of your tender visage—I regain my faith
And am reminded that there is good
In this world after all.
Speaking with words I’ve contrived
I hope to relay a message that I’ve
Yet to define—I would like to shed
Light on a feeling I don’t completely
Understand… Will I ever comprehend
Why I cannot sleep, or why my
Thoughts are bound to you even
When I try to clear my mind?
I don’t believe… I don’t believe
That I will ever truly be able to illustrate
The words within my heart
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