The delight which you fill with me in,
I can’t explain.
Perhaps, that all get veneered in my superfluous vain,
And this makes you think I am insane.
But trust me, the ground of all your disdain..
..is totally inane.
I wish..
I could tell you,
How much of the world you mean to me.
But.. Ironically, all I know is,
What I mean to you.
To have a judas, into my (which anyway is your’s) heart..
..to save myself of all this ignominy.
But I’m helpless,
Completely senseless.
I’m blind,
I can’t see anything beyond you.
And I wish.. to let you know just this.
Cellar Door 