Just About My Feelings Poem by Matthew Alfred

Could she be the tales of all I had got in this mind?
Like the late night story under the moon light when the sun sets and comes the twilight.
And all around her is brightening thoughts forming a shape of ring light.
Could she be a summary of all I had seen in two nights?
Her styles of palazzo are classic always in vintage, revamped with cute smiles;
Saturated in her photo of beauty and in her is where the dream lies.
Could she still be the reason why my pen feels right?
Not for those many, but for her, it could be dark or looming, blurring or fuzzing, confusing or quivering, but my pen feels right and does write.
Signs of palpitation, communication, her spoken words, the words she said and the ways she looked;
With sighs of signs of a presence connecting the unchained thoughts of words from the chamber of the left chest.
It burns bright giving up no smoke and it feels nice and with an obsession of her, it feels fine waving and blowing these kisses squinting out from the daylight.
But before the curtain comes to close tight,
Here comes now the time to say 'HI'