Because I only love you but trust you wholeheartedly, I am going to tell you this; my heart is soft as pudding, jelly, putty soft porridge, sponge and silk. Yeah! It is all things you and I like.
I wonder if the existence of God is an epic, grand perceptual fallacy of human mind, a creation of our imagination, or maybe a phenomenon, an enigma?
This poem is a mirror of my feelings and thinking. One night when I was sitting under the twilight night I heard some noise, I saw visions and believe me readers what I saw happened the next day.