If the eyes are truly windows to the soul,
Looking into yours would lift up one's spirit.
But to gaze in mine would surely take a toll;
Upon innocence, my troubles would be writ.
I don't mean to instill any sort of fear,
Or any discomfort, which could start to grow.
I just want to preserve you as you appear,
The purity you have, I lost long ago.
Time seems to melt away whene'er I'm with you,
In your arms is where I feel that I belong.
To show that I care, there's nothing I'd not do,
I will not be convinced that this could be wrong.
You are more amazing than I can dream of,
I just want to be someone who you can love.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
If the eyes are truly windows to the soul,
Looking into yours would lift up one's spirit.
But to gaze in mine would surely take a toll;
Upon innocence, my troubles would be writ.
I don't mean to instill any sort of fear,
Or any discomfort, which could start to grow.
I just want to preserve you as you appear,
The purity you have, I lost long ago.
Time seems to melt away whene'er I'm with you,
In your arms is where I feel that I belong.
To show that I care, there's nothing I'd not do,
I will not be convinced that this could be wrong.
You are more amazing than I can dream of,
I just want to be someone who you can love.
