I'm not a poetess.
I'm in love.
What I wanted I got it.
How many people can ever feel this?
Supersaturated. I was full.
It is enough for everyone around.
Share my being.
Share my passion.
I was not "decent."
I was never "perfect."
What I often pretend to be, that 's another story.
In this, all I can say,
Art unites us,
It will support you, as
Supports me, here!
Straight I stand here!
I am my half, but happy
Because I had been a whole.
I saw! Though by the glow
Blinded again. Worth it!
