You do this to me I was away from all the games of love Trying to gather my pieces and find me my-self You came and destroyed my entire wit and will Proving to me that my resolute was next to nill And I am left longing for you and fancying you every minute From the moment you met my eyes, with love infinite You are a gentle soul with the voice, sweetest You teach me with the thought, kindest Full of talent and creativity! Yet you need my attention? what a pity! I am a plain jane, to your talents, unmatched Human nature somehow is indeed complicated Why o why
Am I worthy of your love? and what if I am not in love? We perhaps fall in love with the idea of the person rather than the person.
Your eyes, your face, your fingertips. They were all my favourites. Your lies, your gaze, your perfect lips. I love thee too. And those words, you would mumble in my ears. They make me shiver with delight.
I like to trace along the raised scars on your back. Where your wings were brutally ripped. They felt rough and ugly. But no you're not.
Was it painful? Was it not? When you fell from above In that one place called paradise.
Because I know it does. When I did fall, No not from Heaven love it's Inferno and Hell.