Feelings

Sweetheart, in a world that has no logic

you are my logos, my appeal to reason.

Hayati, in a world that has no feelings

you are my pathos, my appeal to the heart.

You say you’re not perfect,

and you’re probably not,

but you are my humanly angel,

the tender hand caressing my soft spot.

For the first time in a long, long while

I can say things in statements again

instead of questions.

Because yes, you are my love

and yes, you are my life.

You are the name to my dream,

my final fantasy.

You give me a hundred lifetimes of love

for every single time you make me sigh.

For the first time in ages,

finally I am free,

like an eagle, soaring high;

won’t you come

and fly with me?

MdG