In Love With My Lonely Heart. Poem by Aron Lelei

Sitting drooping in my sofa drowsing,
I can't but imagine where love originates
And deep in my blood veins,
I can clearly imagine the trails of love
Love with no end nor imaginative origin
But love with words to hum.

Almost crossing the terrain of mud
I can't enquire where love emanated
Nor where love set footage once
I can only dream of its flight with my heart
Away to the unknown when they exit
But for love, no words to squeal

Laying by my poor soul,
My heart gladly waits
Humming as it sobs
Waiting for flight with love
On the wings of a lovely friend
To the honeymoon of eternity.