take my hand.
i can't believe you can't hear it in my heartbeat:
that it's for you
(the beat
beat
beating,
rabbit-fast when you're around and aching when you're not).
take my hand,
because
all i want is for you
to do what you want to do
and hold it.

you like telling me,
"you're jealous,"
of that boy's girlfriend
(as if i give a **** and a half about him anymore)
and how can i say it?
that i'm not, that i don't,
because of you?
i guess i could
(it would be easier than i think)
and i guess i should
(we're not going to live forever)
and i guess i will.
but for now i'm in agony over the fact that
the price of being my best friend for so long
is that you don't think i can love you.
the way i look at you should be enough
(but it isn't)
the way i hook my finger through yours should be enough
(but it isn't)
the way you make me feel should be enough
(if only you could see it on my face).

what will be enough
is the words
and what i don't have enough of
is the courage.





(the point is
that i'll do it anyway
for you.)

I behold no ordinary affection dissembles on your eyes,
And I shall take you, dear, to the paradise;
I once dreamed of you, now you are my reality
For you are every woman in the world to me.

Our language diverged for one word we call, love;
And I love you; always will, and always have.
Never that smile will die on your rosy lips
For everything is perfect when you came.

Time  has no meaning if I do not have you here,
And forever, I will fill the gaps of your fingers,
No reason for us to walk on separate ways
For I will be the wind on your broken wings.

I behold no ordinary affection dissembles on your eyes,
And I shall take you, dear, to the paradise;
You are now a castle built on my brain
For you are every woman in the world to me.