What can I say of you, strange one...
Quick-witted curator of my fondest thoughts,
Opposer of my eccentricities?
I quietly butt my head against your stubbornness,
Curse your inattentiveness,
And stand in awe of your magnanimous opinions.
I should ask how dare you be my ego-deflator
And at the same time make me feel alive?
There's a magic there,
For I reside not in confusion
But maintain my sanity from the order of your life,
I surely do not idolize, but respect your presence;
Enjoy your presence, and hope to learn from you
The things a closed mind never knows,
The things a deaf ear never hears,
The things a blind eye never sees,
To try, in fact to make me whole.