The Feeling of Love

I like the way it burns in my heart I feel it tickling the walls of my lungs It lifts me up, so high like a flyin' kite And carries me all the way to the beautiful lands I love this feeling of typical embodiment That settles my soul like the waves of the sea And erects me tall like a freedom monument Waving to the travellers and shouting “am free” I wonder if it will ever come to an end The thought strikes me like a whip on the back Fragile as it looks, would be hard to amend For its the only boat in the void like the Noah’s ark.