A terrible Poem :

Methinks 'tis madness how I chanced upon this paradoxical realm, where plain sight doth hide.

Once fallen, I did soar, as if on eagle's wings.

Didst thou behold the maiden, peaceful and fair,

To whom I gave my all, my heart, my everything?

The lady in the garden, I would give her the apple once more.

Doubts, fears, and wonders that do threaten to snatch her away.

We were young, too green to know the meaning of it all

Yet never certain, as if fate did play a cruel trick.

I swore to tread this path alone, a wolf forlorn,

A hunter broken, till thy presence I could not ignore.

Give me a reason not to dream of peace, and then go for it

And make it so, as he did, who gave his all, his heart, his life.

I understand, for now I see, and thou dost know my feelings' depth.

Promise me thou shalt not forget thyself, for this feeling doth enthrall,

'Tis powerful yet destructive, fair yet foul, peaceful yet beset by strife.

Show me thy heart, in all its rawness, and write not a single word back.

Thus have I bared my soul, and spoken my mind, at last...i love you