When Wilbert Wonders.

I forgot to breathe
It took a while before it ceased
What's the cause, some might inquire
Of this I'm not obliged to inspire
Oblivious to them who see and pretend to understand
Yet, so vivid to you who feels and comprehend
My Minerva of the Orient

Then again,
Is it just me or three's a crowd?
Assumptions you may say
But of such, I then have no interest to play
And this I would say
Misfits of Love

Stay nice and be safe
Bert loves.