You can not tell,
What the hell,
It is you just know,
Know in the gut,
Somehting just isn't right,
Or perhaps it is Mrs. Right.
You sit at night,
Hoping to be all right,
Stomach churning,
Gut is ah wrenching,
Hoping the pain goes by day,
Yet come nightfall,
It all hits at once,
Busting wide open,
From the gut,
Then to the heart,
There is hope,
YOu are no dope,
It was just that feeling,
Deep in side,
Like a twinkle in the eye,
The stomach chuens,
The heart yerns,
And then you know,
It is someone,
Not something,
Making you trimble,
Like a thimble,
Not all is lost,
For the gut is allright,
anf you have found the RIGHT.

Thats great,I love to read poems with meanings like that,Keep up the
good work!!! Later Rose

Good one keep posting.

thanks