You are the instrument by which I care,
I spend my days and night gazing at the lovely sight
So send me all your knights to protect my heart.
Sweetly upon the breeze I'll catch at tune,
Sing along and think of me and you,
Mortal love that in the spring blooms,
A blessing effervescent with love.
Affection the key unto your heart.
So as the candy man does, I'll come daily,
Wishing to see you — my little bug — run gaily,
On and through the streets of town as you do.
As you do.
So is the sound of all of this, a warning to guard my heart?
Or should I fall from the precipice, into your warm and loving arms?
This is the art, the sickly feeling, bubbling up we call love!
It's up to weather to dictate whether I come and greet you with a serenade!
Oh just how the universe has made, you.
Oh you! Oh you~
My little song bird, you make my heart sing on and on without end, I cannot sleep, you keep me up, thought of your smile and the sound of your laughter-
So is the sound of all of this, a warning to guard my heart?
Or should I fall from the precipice, into your warm and loving arms?
This is the art, the sickly feeling, bubbling up we call love!
Granted I'm gay when I see you, giddy with reservations.
But giving in to temptations isn't as hard as it seems!
Sighing too much,
Ditching the glove,
As we walk bare hand to hand I long for your touch- I implore you-
Love me too much.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC