When people talk about desires
They fill their mind with fantasies
A house designed with gorgeous tiles,
Trending clothes or jewelries
We lock ourselves in leash of wants
Forgetting what matters the most
It turns us bleeding from the thorns
To get hold of the awful rose

But I am just a lucky one
I have some worthy thing to like
I mean I’m not that kind of man
Who cry for costly bike
All I want is this one lass
I don't know but I like this lass
She kinda made me want my school
Because she's always in the class

At first all that I want is games
That studying is just so lame
Until she walk in front of me
A new perception came
I'll never been the same
I want her picture in my mind
Intact in picture frame

I always want to feel her skin
To squeeze her nose and hand
Even if her hair was so thin
I still want every strand
All I want is to be good
And be mature at all
But even if she act so rude
She's still adorable

I wanna be her morning thought
To be the one she always sought
I want to be hugged by her tight
After shivering in cold night
I want to be her Christmas wish
And be her valentine
And if she want strawberries
I'll hunt a fruitful vine

I want her to accept a date
Whether or not I ask
To dance her in a promenade
Even from dawn to dusk
To be with her in the horizon
Or walk in garden of rose
I want to kneel in front of her
Be sweet as I propose

I want her wear a gown in white
Walked by her dad inside the door
Accept me though I'm wrong or right
A man who's either rich or poor

I want her amidst of the truth
Even she utter lie
I'll want her from our youth
Until the day we die