It’s 3 in the morning… I am a jester for feeling
How does your intense regard thus have me reeling?
With preferences illustrated clearly, concise
why do I question your motive or vice?
Resonance intrudes each & every time & a clear understanding that I COULD indeed make you mine.
I deliberately stumble, I plan in truth to obscure, the reason, the means, of searching for more.
Please don’t take heed
of my silly feeling…
even though I am certain
it’s a strong premonition…
I am still reeling.
Wolfkin's Words 