Make, no mistake that love is the greatest creation.
But not shared joyfully.
It's like the song thin line between love and hate,
Center around one soul mistake.

Coming home late and not expecting a conflict.
Until you are lying in a hospital bed and thinking of things you done.
But the truth was before you that consequences was to come.

When is kindness shown at five in the morning?
Right there should have been a dire warning.

Say, you love someone only if sincere.
And support it with truth.
And you'll avoid the story of thin line between love and hate.
Where eventually you have to recuperate.

You say, you can read me.
Read me like a book.
From beginning to end.

Well, read me.
Read me well and eventually you miss the whole story tale.
Least about us being lovers and friends.

We are chapters of a book with mysterious content.
Well, only the best readers will understand what each word meant.

So, when reading me and all within my soul, my eyes, my lips.
Then admit with truth what my love states.
That falling in love with me wasn't a mistake.

So, read me.
Read me well.

When storms to come a relationship?
Others love to speak of thigs you should do.
Untrained counselors, with unused for advice.

If I, was you?
I do this or that quickly they tell.
When others speak?
Are they speaking out of concern or basing it upon themselves?

In truth, it's just an opinion to you.
Your heart is advising you too.
After all, the decision will be left up to you.

Ask someone that have survived the thunderstorm.
Least, they can pinpoint things they faced.
And will advise you that it isn't their place to divide.

But to make the picture clear to see the truth.

Physically, I know it's impossible to do.
But I know the best part of loving you.
So, I must ask you this.
Can I touch your heart?

Get within it like in your mind to understand the depth of my attraction to you.

Can I touch your hands?
Place them upon my heart so you can feel every beat is solely assigned to you.

Can I kiss your lips.
Softly and tenderly, it would mean so much to me.
And with each kiss you'll see your main attraction to me.

So, can I?
Can I.
Can I.

I still bring you Flowers after all these years.
I bring them to your work.
I bring them even home.
That just of the things I do.

I still write you poetry.
Yes, on many themes concerning my love for you.
I hand them to you, even mail them too.
Still trying to impress you.

I still hold you with warmth.
Closer more during those cold winter months.
But each day, that I hold you I am aware you're feeling my love.

Just have seen us blossom into a couple of force.
And it was agreed upon also known as a choice.

I don't ask for much.
Hardly anything, if you must know.
Just don't compare to others you seen or even might know.

I might not be wealthy, at this moment.
Or might never be.
Then on the other hands there are possibilities.

Just accept me as the man I am.

If you are imagining what you like me to excel at?
I can honestly accept that.
But it must be a joy for me.
Don't change me to please your friends because a few looks down upon me.

I could care less about them.
It's you that I love.
It's you that I need.
So, accept me as the man I am.

You got a good heart.
In truth, a sincere heart.
I know the lady that you are.

If there is an evilness within you.
It doesn't show.
Cause I know the lady that you are.
I am a bless man just having you in my life.

So, stay the lady that you are.
So sweet.
So, kind.
So, smart with a wonderful spirit and heart.

Let no one change you.
Cause I adore the lady that you are.
Each day, each month and even more.