This feeling I have it has no name
It's always willing to take the blame
It cry's when in pain
It's not in the hall of fame
Nor does it want to play a game
This feeling I have it's deep inside
You can not buy it in a store
And it's can't be through on to the floor
This feeling is my sadness, happiness, hate and love
It fly's so graceful like the dove
It does not get nervous when push comes to shove
It can't be captured in a cage
And you won't read about it on any other page
You have read this straight from my heart
And it might some day be shattered by a dart
This feeling I have it has no name
And I keep it inside with no shame
LOVELY WORK
people's feelings seem to be inexplicable more often than not, and this poem totally gets that across. very cool, i like.
luv
Marina