The Feeling of Love
I like the way it burns in my heart
I feel it tickling the walls of my lungs
It lifts me up, so high like a flyin' kite
And carries me all the way to the beautiful lands
I love this feeling of typical embodiment
That settles my soul like the waves of the sea
And erects me tall like a freedom monument
Waving to the travellers and shouting “am free”
I wonder if it will ever come to an end
The thought strikes me like a whip on the back
Fragile as it looks, would be hard to amend
For its the only boat in the void like the Noah’s ark.
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