Life takes many turns,
Like our bodies in urns.
Keeping up with time,
It is real sour like a lime.
But when I see you,
Someone stomps my love with a shoe.
Thoughts takes my mind in many paths,
It is like taking many baths.
My love is holding me back,
Maybe because it's confidence lack.
I can't just go to you and ask,
My heart could break during this task.
Seeing this pushes my love,
Like the wind pushing a dove.
Someday I may have courage and go forth to you,
During this avoid my love being squashed what feels like a shoe.
This is truly life's love,
You truly can't do to this push or shove.
like the poem..it's very good.