Take my focus, drain my
attention. Disarm me like
autumn does with trees.
And leave me in complete and utter peace.

Too much to handle, too good
for me, and high and above,
I don't even dare to call this love,
maybe it's only some kind of mood.

How I want what I can't get,
but downgrade all I'll never have.
And you're in between. How we met,
what we say and do, so small yet

you disarm me with your every doing.
And I can't help but keep persuing.