Unconditional is such a distant word,
But my racing heart, would walk through fire for you.
The sound of my voice won't come out when I stare at you.
Is this what home should be like?

Your auburn skin makes me shake,
My hands produce a river of nervousness bent in the idea of holding your hand.
Gladly, I would jump into the fray with you.
Those eyes would conquer the world,
It gives me a state of comfort that you can only form.
If your smile is the cure, then I have hope.

I'm not the man I used to be lately.
Each letter traded by your smile, I am left voiceless.
Each word tests me, to write about you.
Each sentence constructed, gives me clarity.

I try and compose melodies in those red creases of our hearts.
But my guard has fallen to your song.
You see my darling, my love is true since I met you.
In the garden among the blossoms, you make the flower blush.