I'm not gonna lie, my dear I wanted more,
but it seems forever's not what life had in store.
No it seems for us, there was so little time,
just those few perfect days on which you were mine.

No matter what, you'll never believe,
but the one thing I now hope to achieve,
it to convince you of what I know to be true,
if anyone has been gorgeous, it's you.

Well I won't say it's nothing, cause it feels like a lot,
but they're feelings for a girl, who I haven't even got,
and I hope your day's perfect, yes my dear, I do,
but nothing could be half as perfect as you.

Sappy and stupid, that's what love is,
but I'm not anymore, these words are his.
But perhaps I will say, that all thanks to you,
well perhaps maybe sappy, describes me too.
Your giggle is perfect, beyond compare,
and on the subject of perfect, there's your flawless hair.
But beyond all else, there's the way that I feel,
when thinking of you, I know this love's real.

Either I'll love you forever, or one day I won't
and I'm not sure which option, scares me the most.
Forever feeling, the pain of losing you,
or that one day, your Ade, might just be a ghost.

If you've ever the chance, you should just run away,
you'll put in so much effort, and she'll leave anyway.
But for all of my talk, and my warnings of this,
I'll always be staying in hopes of a kiss,
with those lips are dancing in all of my dreams,
with the girl who's perfection is more than it seems.
When you fall for this girl, there's no running away,
so you'll pay no attention, to these words that I say.

I don't want you to miss a single one of the poems I write for you,
they are so many words I left unpublished that she never even knew.
I'd written of the moment that light crashed to the floor,
and I've wrote a thousand words of her being the one I do adore.
But she's missed so many lines, and I wouldn't wish that upon you,
so for as long as I keep writing I'll keep sending you them to.