Is this right? Was this haste?
Can I let another person be interlaced?
To share my burdens and celebrate my joys
Twisting and changed; a girl meets boy

I can't seem to find any reason in my decisions
Her eyes, her hair, and her voice interrupt my straight visions
Should I be careful? To let it grow naturally and blossom so?
Should I be carefree? To make it through some ancient vertigo.

It's important to realize such boundaries ahead,
Days and days of longing letters unread.

But then I saw how beautiful she is.
Her black dress and our lips touching on swings-
I forget about all my walls,
and have faith: my heart and all.

Seas of memories drool into my sight,
memories of joy and things bright

I hope