It's the touch of a faint breeze,
The piercing cold of a winter night.

It's the warmth of a crackling fire,
And the bite of the blowing wind.

It's walking barefoot across rocks,
And snuggling in a blanket.

It's swimming in a lake,
And falling through the air.

All of these things we feel,
But we still feel so much more.

The ache of a breakup,
The tears when someone leave.

The joy of a birthday,
And pride in success.

Anger in a losing game,
The happiness of a new friend.

Disgust at something we don't like,
Jealousy at what we don't have.

There's so many feelings we can feel,
But only so many words to write with.

The ending of the first long one. Don't worry. The other one is a bit longer... I think.