Poetry : Dreamer-girl

Love
One so deep I would drown in it
Willingly
So profound even time would stand still
So immense I'd be speechless
Till my heart overflows
So warm I'd burn
That cringe in your chest
The stuff books are made of
They are just words
Feelings would not stand for them.
As much as I would like
I have yet to or will never touch that
Tears do fall for the pain.
Useless as they are.
Do I really need emotions?
I can dream can't I.