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.
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