And I felt...

I'm not sure how I felt at that time.
Those small things...those words you said...
It all stood out right in front of my eyes.
And I felt nostalgic.

I'm not sure if my reactions were rational and right.
Instinct and Impulse, Gratification and Reliving...
You pulled me up to you towards the light.
And I felt exhilaration.

I'm not sure how everything fell so perfectly.
Time seemed to have this destined...
I looked up at you with eagerness and happily.
And I felt it was divine.

I'm not sure how you felt.
Each time something reminded us of things...
All my delusions in front of me knelt.
And I felt sublime.

I'm not sure why I stopped you.
That was the first time...
I couldn't let you leave me again.
And I felt I was pleading against time.

I'm not sure what made you concerned for me.
I was a different subject altogether...
But you held out your hand.
And I felt grateful.

I'm not sure if what I formed was right.
But there were traces...
Perhaps I was reading too much between lines.
And I felt a bit confused.

I'm not sure why you chose those lines.
It wasn't in sync with your previous statement...
Things that come directly out are usually true.
And I felt worried.

If I'm sure of anything at all,
It's a plain reclamation of words-
With each passing moment
Love is still on the roll.


And I felt I couldn't express my feelings perfectly all through the rhyme.