Because your every word is something that inspires a physical reality.
Because your every word is something that inspires a physical reality,
That reality morphs itself again and again, till I tire of its numerous forms.
You present me one side, and then refuse another,
The minute I turn to check on the coin, it appears to be a feather.
That feather flies away, twisting its fragile existence in the bipolar winds,
The winds mess with my hair till everything seems a mess.
Incomprehensive, is that a word, my love?
That defines you.