So Easily Defined

So Easily Defined

What is this feeling? I really can't tell.
Like a piano sinking up a well,
Smells like binary code with the number two,
When compared to green tinted with a canoe.
It feels like a waffle iron toasting red,
Sounds like a beer which is really all head,
Not unlike a triangle with eighty-one degrees,
Or when pi's made of exactly three,
Smells akin to flying into a smile,
And looks like blue's been asleep for a while,
Balanced out by Atlantis and the number pink,
With the perfect timing of the Jamaican mink,
Feels like a song looks when you give a sneeze,
And sounds like the moon when it's made out of cheese,
Tastes like a heartbeat after the rain,
Reads like spiced water in terrible pain,
I'm told this is love, and it's just as I feared,
That if you fall any deeper, it gets really weird.