Not typing this to impress,
In front of this computer, shirtless,
A strange guy with marvelous thoughts,
Determined to confess with pure words.
Confession isn’t always about love;
It’s where unspoken feelings reside.
Some might not find it intriguing enough
To decode the emotions inside.
How powerful it is, in someone’s words,
Making the heart either flatter or shatter.
Appearance or wealth fades, so it doesn’t matter;
These feelings ignite the unlit candle, often better.
My untamed soul ponders wherever I go.
Your touched atmosphere brings a smile; I’d glow.
Glaciers don’t melt like hearts do for someone;
They either break or heal—clueless, that’s life; it goes on.