Her mind was a house, and I was invited

   to a place where her thoughts and feelings collided

Every nook and cranny, I desired to explore,

   peered inside dusty shelves, opened all locked doors

I was led further down into her own beating heart,

   with its taut strings broken and torn apart

Did not want to leave an area untraveled,

   for she is a mystery unparalleled

I arrived at last into her melancholic soul,

   where to me she has unraveled her whole

And there I decided to no other I'll roam;

   She is not just a house, for I feel like I'm home

- J

(08•13•20)

A/N: This is a two-part poem! The second part will be published in future updates. ;)