Suited

For once, I feel loved. The feeling is weird to me. Just a few months ago I thought love was stupid. That it was impossible. I thought my mind was not suited I thought it was not tangible. Such a foolish thing to think. Of course my mind can comprehend love But it could all go away in a blink, to feel higher than clouds, to feel so above To then just be put out, Like a fire at a campsite. Yes, the seeds of doubt Start to plant with delight Maybe, I am not suited for such things. I must be crazy! To think I am worthy of something meant for the worldly kings. Love this Love that Love her Love him Love these Love those Love. I do not know. I am not a dove… I am so far below… For once, I felt loved. The feeling is weird to me. Just a few moments ago I thought love wasn’t stupid. That it wasn’t impossible. I thought my mind was suited I thought it was tangible. Such a foolish thing to think.