I can’t write, I feel frozen
And cold and tired
Time stands still today
To capture the passion
And the poetry and wet hair
Trying to knit poetry
In my smitten silly mind
As I made waves in the water
with my longing finger
I fell asleep in the tubMy note book all drenched
The writings and ink all smeared
The writers block today seem to beborne out of fatigue
of being lovedMadly