there are a few things that I often wonder,
distracting me from my daily schedule,
confusing me with each question about you, that I stumble.
I want to know *all about you,
is that something you could render?
How could somebody so precious,
be so broken?
Somebody so sincere,
feel so much pain?
Somebody so innocent,
be left so heartbroken?
Who in their right mind would do something so horrendous to somebody,
who has been in so much vain?
and I love it,
but why does your drawing only limit itself to your flesh?
Why does your inner self feel so scared to be expressed?
Why don't you give a chance?
You know that my gentle touch to your soul will be caressing.
I love you
and I could never say these things to you,
but loving you has been a pleasure.
Will always be the best feeling to me.
I could trade the whole world,
and still choose you over.
and only if,
you'd give me a chance.
try giving me a chance?
You would be the happiest man at glance.
I would love you like I do today,
and till time ends,
Be your constant till your last breath.
We wouldn't be complicated,
I wouldn't be anything like your past.
I would give you everything that you really deserve,
love you with all that I have,
only because I want to be your last.
we would be the power couple,
the ones who grow together,
all you have to do,
is let me in,
just give me a chance.
Try me, my darling.
'Being the matutine, and the night isn't that hard,
we could still interlace'
be seen together,
happily on the card?
//the happiest thing I have EVER written.