A Day After I Wrote

This might be a vague emotion, For the exaggeration I carry for you. Wild are your movements and, Natural goes your artistic world. It is the cycle I don't understand, And wish never to understand. Believe me to believe you and, Acknowledge you for living me. I live when I see you breathe, I breathe when I hear you live. We breathe, we live in a home, room of our own, Not knowing much but ourselves. I never attempt to know much as you know, Nor I wish to know as less we know. Dated: 12/09/2016