I'm in awe every moment
I admire her every word and movement
It's impossible for me to ignore her

I think about her every minute
I have to suppress the thought of her just to get things done
She is my fire in the sky when I can't see the sun

I'm just so hateful
I want to hate her
but I can't find a single reason

What will become of thoughts like this
I just want to grab her wrist and show her hands are meant to be held

How can a person be like a season?
Like the leaves in fall
I can make her face turn red
Autumn is only person that makes my anger and hate  *decimate