Do you ever have an eerie inkling that something wrong is happening? Does your heart pump so fast and you cannot explain why? Don’t disregard it!

A poem I made. It is a very personal one.

A poem of life as it should be – or so I thought in 1981.

No body has time to listen to his own heart-beat—back to the ocean of sound,I run away.

I am fed up of society (most of them) misjudging me.

A romantic poem written for the one I love.

A beautiful girl that makes my heart beat.

About a girl who significantly brightened my life.

A poetic expression of a lover’s inability to express his heart felt feelings out.

My feelings for my love, even when he angers me so.