Like the way I fell in love with him
I’d have sleepless nights and counting
Much the way I am sleepless because of him
I find no time to eat my food
When great thoughts and ideas occupy my mood
Then I have no appetite to eat
Until I’d just fast with much guilt.
Oh writer, how could you be
Such a hopeless romantic
Each movement of the pen
Each beat of the heart
Moves in perfect rhythm
To satiate your love.
