It could mean everything to me;
The way my ear rests against your heartbeat,
The way your eyes shine so bright,
And the way you take me to new heights.

Everything happens for a reason, they say;
But with everything happening to me,
My heart must've been fated;
To your messy brown hair and incomplete ways.

Could you explain this way I feel?
The way my eyes light up at the mention of your simple name;
The way my heart thumps so violently in my chest,
And the way I feel so insecure when you speak so low of me?

I am nothing of royalty;
I am nothing worth of glancing.
But you make me so mushy,
And with my horrified glances at the mirror,
Where were you when everything was clearer?