How was it

You might never know it
As I never have told you

I might never tell about it
As you never might ask

Words will never be enough
To match unmatched feelings

A poet often writes what he feels
The reader understands a fraction

The depth of ones feelings is different
We all differ so our feelings do the same

From above waters have the same level
The true depth mostly stays a mystery

How did it feel to be left in the cold
I don't think it has any importance now

How did I gather my pieces and got up
I don't know but it seems like a miracle

How was it to love someone so deep
I know but you might not as you never did