⪻Poem #42⪼
How can you be the burning lava
And the cool waters of euphoria?
How can you be the typhoon
Yet my sunshine and my moon?
How can you be gentle spring
And my winter's cold bring?
How can you be my high
And my low?
How can you control my life?
Because I don't really know,
You are like a mystery piece
I just can't yet let go;
Both feelings disguised—
Hiding the sorrow.
