Waist deep, head over heels...

Poetry is the game...Love the victim!

My head wallows in so deep a miasma...

Insomnia, Nostalgia, schizophrenia, dilemma..

I do not know which...though I keep searching

For a cause and a reason yet nothing is forthcoming

It is a mild case...yet an acute case which my fate seals...

And the sure thing is that am waist deep, head over heels...

I have learnt honesty...being true to myself

I have learnt caution...caring for myself

I have learnt persistence...going hard and unrelentingly

I have learnt patience...waiting for it adamantly

Love has arrived...I found you and i now know how it feels

That is why I know am waist deep, head over heels...

This is the dawn of Love...Your Love, My Love, Our Love

A connection, A linkage, A joining from up above

Cupid shot and we are victims of a supernatural occurrence

Love has come and our hearts are at a convergence

And now I say i love you without the squeels

Because am waist deep, head over heels...

P.S: It's just a piece of poetry...ha ha...