Unlucky Are Those

I love you watching

And touching

My emotions

With sentimental relation

 

You riding

on the crest of waves

And behave

As if trying to catch my fancy

I shout at and miss you nearly

 

You are rushing at

And trying to catch

My attention

With so much affection

 

I dearly miss each moment

That presents

Lovely emotions inside

And forces me to decide

 

You are my guide

And teacher to glide

On the high waves of emotions

I am now ready for the relation

 

Unlucky maybe those

Who choose not to pick up the thread

And remain sentimentally dead

Without reading an inside urge