Art of Love

The one I first loved but not on first sight,
I used to sleep tight all night cause she could fill my sight,
The weight she had on me made my heart strong and in my life she was light,
When she went away I was hurt,
Art of love.

When I see the sun I also appreciate the moon,
I see myself in a far as I yearn  for another chance just to be with her,
A woman of my own kind,
Not necessarily my type but one who makes me right for us to match,
Art of love.

Omoshthepoet.