Poem: Industrious Emotions

Emotions are so industrious, 

As the thoughts swirl, 

In confusion, of why, 

It's your face that fills, 

My laborious mind, 

By night, 

As we hide away from the Sun. 

Infallible are the wonderings, 

Of your hot and cold, 

Behaviour, leaving me stranded 

In the mists of Emotional roller -coasters 

If mornings were meant for lovers. 

Would it be your lips I'd be tasting? 

Would we hide away, 

In corners more silent than the mind, 

Like the skies devour the Moon? 

For it is most queer, 

In these settings

Of chandeliers and chalices, 

It's your face that fills 

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