I can't help the way I feel when I’m searching for love in your
eyes –I am powerless against the tide of emotions that swell
within me, staring at the warmth of love reflected in your gaze.

Speak to me, dear heart- do you not feel the same electric pulse
that ignites when our spirits intertwine? I am at a loss for words to
convey the tempest of anguish that rages within; will you kindle
the flames of our connection, transforming mere embers into a
blazing fire?

For when you whisper, "I love you," it seems to exist only in the
realm of my dreams. Am I too desperate, too lost in my own
fantasies? Would you truly love me? Is this mere infatuation, or
could it blossom into something profound?

                      Oh, how I hate these relentless inquiries about love.