You didn’t touch the match
but you ignited a flame.
And it burned me severely.
Like I was a thin sheet of paper

How funny things can be,
I said I don’t like you,
and never will I like you.
I didn’t know I could be hilarious.

I’d love to spend an hour with you
or maybe the rest of my life.
We’ll turn grey into colors
and every single single day will be as beautiful.

I know this sounds dreamy
and full of miserable delusions.
For in reality, we are not perfect.
But dear, please lend me your ears and hear this:

Maybe most of the time we quarrel
and even curse each other to death.
But all I want is to be with you,
nobody else but you.