The clock is tickling,
The time is wiggling.
There's something odd,
In this heart slot.

I felt a desire,
It's like a burning fire.
Popping out of nowhere,
and sty in this earthenware.

It's a mystery,
Sometimes brings a misery.
It seems a foolishness,
Comes out of the loneliness.

The feeling mystify,
Sometimes it is unidentify.
There's one who justify,
The love magnify!

Reviews:
* [May 22, 2007] by Maurice
This waste of poetic license is an abomination to the English language. The author of this poem should be taken to a dark place and punished...severely. I can't believe I even wasted my time reviewing this "poem".

**** [May 08, 2004] by Manny
I liked that.