You I'm careful to talk,
In a trance to you I'd just walk.
Your tiny picture I often look,
Imagining a day with you I hook.
Forever it seems you I know,
Yet so guarded the love I show.
Wish the night filled with shooting stars,
I'd then ask just you be my last.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC