The Human That I Adore

There he is.

The human that I adore.

The one that's dashed into my heart,

And shattered its door.

I look at him, and I see raw poetry.

All the twinkle of the stars, all the freedom of the wind, that is what I see. 

How could I not write about him?

He has lit up a corner in my heart, which was long left dim.

I can help not but hate everything he doesn't like.

He makes my heart go high, up above the clouds, on a hike.

If he says the right is the left,

Then left it is.

Let him at least ask for a piece,

I'd say all my soul was his.

How can I ever look away?

From eyes so charming, my soul they sway.

He doesn't say a word.

But I can't put into words everything I still heard.

I could look at him, for a day, a week, a month, a year, yet still want more.

There he is.

The human that I adore.