It wasn't my intention,
I was just trying to show you my appreciation,
Expressing emotions without realization—
That my words could bring you some kind of depression.

Maybe you need some relaxation,
To take time and process that first impression.
I didn’t mean it as some kind of complication;
I only hoped for your notification,

And maybe your selection—
To let me be your sensation,
Because you are my fascination,
The truest form of perfection.

Luckily, it’s all within my imagination,
Not some fleeting illusion or delusion.
Ever found yourself giving a compliment,
Only to find it lands as an insult, in the end?