A mystery….

A mystery is what i see you

I love to call myself a explorer

I see you timid but loud

Like how you silently made noise inside me

I esteem heart-speakers to ear-splitters though

You are loud but you tell nothing

You are silent but i hear something 

Don’t precisely know what it is

That’s why i love to call myself a explorer,

Those pair of globular organs of sight

Make me Hypnagogic

I relish what i feel

A reverie of yours excites me as if i were a child

At a toy-store getting my favorite toy, 

You attract me as if i were a piece of Metal

And you a captivating Magnet

Magnets aren’t usually captivating

But i swear, You are,

Such interesting, you always got my interest

As if you were a poem

I see a book in you

I love to call myself a reader