[aVorbiss]: 642.Random Scribblings of a Past Present. Ch1

   "The Room"

What secrets hold. This room
of something yelled.
Causing such sedation,
unknowing temptation; this room,
increasingly curious, curiousity furious.
Lovers meet. Unknowing this, this room.

How fate molds; this room
holds something, shelled.
Breaking free, releasing you to me. This room.
As we exchange childish gestures, this room,
supplies the comforting waves of cat's grace.
   I took you in my embrace.
     I love you.