Strange are the ways to my heart .
I gave nothing yet gave everything.
I got nothing and yet got everything.
That yearning to share some moments with you in the pantry.
Hint of happiness in your face when we chat.
Bringing joy to you seems to be the only thing in this world.
That's when I feel the most happiest person on this planet.
Caring or thinking about you is the natural thing.
Staying away from you is perhaps prudent.
I guard the doors to my heart ever so vigilant.
And yet the fortress chooses to welcome you all the time.
It wants to unfold and show you those beautiful gardens,
Where the fondest of my memories reside.
Yet I keep the doors ever so shut.
Why am I afraid of getting hurt or hurting again.
Why do I ignore the ocean of kindness in your eyes.
Why can I not give life another chance.
Why can’t I get swayed away by what you have to share.
So strange are the ways to my heart...