Each Will Do Their Thing Poem by Edwina Reizer

What does the world say to me?
What can it possibly know?
It can't feel how I love you,
feel how I love you so.

The world keeps turning oblivious of me
and can never ever see
or notice what's become of my heart
that only beats for thee.

But I don't need the world to know.
That's not the important thing.
The only thing that matters to me
is how my heart does sing.

It wakes up singing a melody
and never skips a beat.
It feels my blood rushing wildly
from my head down to my feet.

So dear world, you do your thing
as I, myself shall do.
The world will keep turning. I'll keep on burning
with all my love for you.