You do this to me I was away from all the games of love Trying to gather my pieces and find me my-self You came and destroyed my entire wit and will Proving to me that my resolute was next to nill And I am left longing for you and fancying you every minute From the moment you met my eyes, with love infinite You are a gentle soul with the voice, sweetest You teach me with the thought, kindestΒ Β Full of talent and creativity! Yet you need my attention? what a pity! I am a plain jane, to your talents, unmatched Human nature somehow is indeed complicated Why o why
Am I worthy of your love? and what if I am not in love? We perhaps fall in love with the idea of the person rather than the person.