My eyes are drifting on a mission
To prove the pleading heart correct.
To find and seize the apparition
And to disclose its full effect,
With which infected to affection,
My heart has ceased to dream of love
And it no longer seeks perfection,
For even that won’t be enough!
Upon the ink I write with paper.
I beg you, read between the lines!
So I may add a bit of flavor
Into these, flavor-lacking times.
Acknowledge me as if a poet,
For every drawing needs a frame.
And one fine day, for one fine moment,
I just might earn your true acclaim!
I fell in love and kept on falling