I guess I'm rusty
And a bit touchy
About this feeling
That I get
When fingertips
And keyboard touching
Free the rhythm in my head.

I guess I'm lucky
And it is lovely
How everyone
Indeed enjoys
My words combined
As I imagined
I would creatively deploy.

I guess it's simply
Just to completely
Liberate the mind
From sour thoughts
That I do write my poetry
Just for myself, although I share
With everyone so it can't be lost.

I have never met anyone like you before.
You're simple yet complicated,
Loving, but oh, so hated
Because you break necks as soon as you walk trough the door.

Let me stroll through the City of Your Thoughts.
In the State of Your Mind
Let me search and rescue what no other man has been able to find.
Make me the Mayor and I will ensure you that all nightmares will be fought.

I'll buy you the mansion on 4 Your Dreams Street,
Rename Nightmare Avenue to Avenue Of Love,
And if that isn't enough,
I'll have every road covered with red carpet when you walk around so you won't dirty your feet.

I have never met anyone like you before.
You're really, not at all complicated.
It really doesn't matter that by many you are hated
Because I have loved you since I saw you walk through the door.