Never have I felt out of place,
So very lost in this little space.
Though it seems impossible,
The reason is plausible.
I have no doubt in my mind,
That this feeling is one of a kind.
My body seems to shake and shutter,
The butterflies want to always flutter.
All the feelings of the world so small,
This one always outshines them all.
In a way I just can't explain,
This feeling isn't hard to obtain.
Just keeping it close and nearby,
Might be the only reason why.
That the dark spots of my heart,
Light up with that one spark.
The one that lights things on fire,
And make all your senses higher.
This is the reason I am so lost,
This is the reason I pay the cost.
And this is the reason for the soul,
So it can help keep aflame the coal.
We all know what I am refering to,
All these words should give you a clue.
Love is what clings to our heartstrings,
This one feeling everyone sings.
This is what we all want to rely on,
And not realize you have it till it is gone.
Love is what the eyes can always see,
and this is the only kind it can be.
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Poetry
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity . . .
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity . . .