The hell I go through
in my soul, my heart, and my eyes
every time I see you,
makes me feel heavenly.

I don't know why I'm like this,
but surely something somewhere happened
to make me like you,
and to breath you, and to want you, and to live you

In other words, I like you
maybe via infatuation or by a mistake,
but whatever caused it, I would rather be with
You.