Just a simple poem or something like that..
A Madman's Romance
Being five having no clue of the world yet I was mesmerised when I saw the weapon in my old man's arms.
He held it close to keep me away, yet now his daughter only dreams of one way.
The Olive Greens has this magic which turns boys into men and men into poets.
I wonder what It shall turn me into...
Yet for now it has turned me into a madman romanticizing its horrors and writing poems as if a lover confessing his love for the croods.
I even get jealous when I find tons of other lovers of hers as mad as me over her,
It has never been just a profession for me - Never about the pay Never about the benefits
I hope this romance does not bring me despair as I've loved you so much Very soon I'll be there...