Pretty, beautiful, magnificent, gorgeous...
Words wasted upon my lips.
For though these words may posses a purpose,
it will never amount to this.
This feeling I get when your around,
its quite a wonderful thing.
But will you ever notice me?
I doubt; for these thoughts dont even exist.
How can they exist? This isnt real.
Why waste this piece of parchment?
But if I try, who knows what may be?
You do, for its your option.
So here I stand, waiting to fall,
but look, I may stay afloat.
For theres a special look in your eye
from reading this simple note.
So should I fear what you say next?
I fear I do no less.
For if its a no that you will say,
its fine, just smile your best.
That smile that I love, you know the one.
I compliment it everyday.
You walk by me, flash it once,
and I just melt away.
But lets think positive, you could say yes.
I could be wrong in my choice.
And if that is your final say,
well; I may just lose my voice.
Youll look at me after its all said and done,
and Ill just look right back.
Ill think to myself "Have I really won?".
And youll just smile, knowingly, as if to answer me back.
Ill smile then, triumphant and true,
not really understanding what just happened.
And then youll smile, that smile that I love,
then Ill know. It did happen.
You did say yes. I cant believe it.
"Could this be yet a dream?".
And then I feel it. Not a pinch, no no...
The soft, subtle touch, of your lips...