I only talk to people that I know will listen
Because a chance for love should require submission.
Maybe if things, start to form and take shape
I'll burn myself, just so there's no escape.
Dreams can help, but never do they satisfy
The yearn I have for you, and the ability to beautify
Life.  And more importantly, my mind,
Without love I seem to be more inclined
To look for meaning beyond what I knew best.
I want to love you.  I submit my request.