A Feeling, He Is In My Sense

Extreme feeling, a real not but, imaginary

He fills me with his love, a sense of ecstasy,,

Passion in love, a fragrance, nostalgia,,

A fragrance of romance,,,

For the feeling and his dynamic image,,,

Delicate, soft, caring heart, caring my heart,,,

Who sways away in love with my existence,,

He is immersed in my thought,,

I am with his,,

But a soft feeling, little tough, manly hard and rude,,,

To control my restless thoughts,,,

Little possessiveness I like,,

I wait for his demand of life to get from me,,,