You are the pen to my paper The muse to my art Through my words You will live forever In the hearts of those Whose eyes have gazed Upon the work you inspired.
When I fell in love it was like being on cloud nine. But I fell a little too hard. The cloud was up and I was not on guard. Didn't think what if my heart tumbles down on the grass. Will someone grab it or clench it fast? Had I thought so maybe it could still love like it had.
It has been a year since we met. So much has changed from then to this day.
Sometimes, I question myself. What made me love you? I started to feel the way I never used to. When did I fell for you? I never knew until my heart was lying bare in front of you.
I will never be able to tell what made me to love you in these strange, unknown ways. Why it had to be you for whom my heart ached?