What is it that compels me
to shelter in the corner of your heart?
These feelings I possess, I cannot easily dissect them
to bits and to logical parts,
I’ve attempted calculations
But not one of my solutions
Were logical computations

After a myriad of precious hours I have wasted
My mind has become a variety of vines entangled in intricacy
Each vine branches off its own leaves in a variety of colors
And each leaf in the center of it all connect
The smeared conjoined colors are impossible to dissect
Yet dares no one to chop off these beauteous links
Because then the beauty dissipates
And there is not anything left for our souls to anticipate

What is it that compels me
to shelter in the corner of your heart?
I know it not
But I dare not to see its beauty unravel