Fog, Voisins, Alfred Sisley (1874)
Fog, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The mere collision of each human sense,
Creates of fog in the mind, heart and soul,
Creating confusion of such immense,
Of sanity it takes expensive toll.
Love cannot ever of rational be,
As it is much more than just what we see,
Or the melodic voice heard so clearly,
Nor the tender touch we feel instantly.
Holding hands she looks deep into your eyes,
From her lips you hear words of lullabies,
Feeling inside you can’t rationalize,
Fog is about to materialize.
Accept the fog that makes us what we are,
Long as your love not from you vary far.