The follicle of my thought, slowly depreciates;
Once was exaltation, now is only softened sentiments;
Poems written, love given, no one appreciates;
What I've said, the things I've done, all represents...A thing called Love, something you once felt;
Now is something else, a new found feeling;
My heart once cold, now again will melt;
Not for One Love, but for a
pristine one revealing...A thing called Friendship, something I now feel;
Happiness presides again in my chest;
More than that, this inexpressible thing is surreal;
And again, together we will
reinvest...A thing called Time, something I once hated;
My enemy for all eternity, a battle forever fought;
Now we will spend together, our minds dilated;
For at this time, I am no longer
distraught...Because a thing called Life now is back in me;
Balance restored, and thought now resides;
In my mind again, and a feeling of jubilee;
Lives on my face, the smile your voice now provides.