When I look in his eyes
I see all what I do
I see his soul
I see me.
When he speaks
It's like everything stops to listen.
You have to listen- no matter what
When he's actually serious
You know there's no going back.
He'll throw you a bone
You just have to be willing to go get it.
When he plays,
You can't help but feel intimidated
You can't breathe standing next to him
He is like a god
When he sings,
Oh, how my heart melts
Help me, I think I'm drowning.
he left an imprint
On my heart
On my soul
On mind
*if only I could tell him that
I'm sorry- there are many things I wish I could tell you. But I don't think I'd be able to.... I'm sorry