Your warmth,
A quick 'Hi', and
A casual conversation
Are the key elements to grow a plant;
I called it 'Love'

My Love has grown so big,
It's uneasy to cover up.
How come you've never seen my Love?
It's right before your eyes.
Ah, you are blind.

This Love's keep growing,
too heavy for me to carry by myself.
I need you to stop fertilizing this love, but-- at the same time-- I won't.
I don't want you to stop our conversation.

I want us to carry this Love together.
We might carry this Love together if I ask you,
But imaginations of rejection tortures me.

What if?
What if?
What if?
Too many ifs in my mind,
They scare me.

I'm giving up.
Almost giving up, actually,
Because you eventually said
"May I help you carrying Love?"