Whenever
Whenever I look at him,
My heart flutters.
Whenever he sees me,
He makes my heart fly.
Whenever he speaks,
My ears feel pleasant.
Whenever I speak to him,
My heart's in the sky.
Whenever he's angry,
I cry.
Whenever he ignores me,
I die.
Whenever he's away
And we cannot speak,
I scream
And I miss him inside.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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