The art of HEIGHTENING feelings

one can call it a musing
of sorts, the way I place
a multitude of attitudes
from every breathtaking sigh
to all the rain drops clouds cry
the dynamics of lies
in a series of lines

so this could have been
very well a love poem
and right here would state
my clear-cut intentions

or from the title alone
that could have shown
thoughts of thinly pressed, teen-filled angst

and maybe one would find it amusing, of sorts,
like the way a verse separates
concocted verbs you'd appreciate
every
moment of this writ

it's safe to say then
nothing is enough
to take your thoughts of beguilement
and have you feeling