Your ecstasy, your love... all for me?
Who's before me, is the sight... just for me?
"My heart is for you."
Silence lingers in the air; my cry breaks it:
"I don't belong"
In the chambers of your heart.

You give me peace.
I give you waves of wars,
Eruptions of my sudden aches,
My peculiar feelings.
I tell you, never love a sick soul.
I'm an endowment of nothing but a loch.
All my decillions of varieties of colors—
All of me... isn't, shouldn't be for you,
'Cause not even the wicked deserves it.
© Alex M.