Untitled by Caldwell McDole

I must admit that I love this feeling.
It put me on a cloud because I have bypassed the ceiling.
It’s like a level of highness that I would love to keep.
The feeling of love awakens me from slumber and counting sheep.
This feeling, which I think is love, fills my heart.
It tries to repair where the past has torn it apart.
My mind tries to question what my gut feels.
And constantly asks “Is this real?”
My mind slaps my heart and screams “Be a man!”
And the only reply is “I’m trying as hard as I can.”