A question frequently asked.
A thought I've often pondered.
Always blank, always dark, ever vague.
My answer was never decided,
Not until I met him.
A flowery romance I always detested,
A love I didn't see coming.
The kind of thing I only ever laughed at,
Now the only thing that mattered.
I saw him in everything I did.
That question was frequently asked.
And now whenever I ponder,
Never dark, always concise, always determined.
My answer is decided.
All I need, all I ever needed, was him.
Because without him my heart is emptier,
Than the hypothetical, uninhabited island everyone seems to think about so much.