Smile again. Its beauty resembles the gleaming of a star in the distances of space.
Thoughts of you change my main goal into trying to impress you.
Every second we spend talking with each other about anything, I wish that I could hold you.
Pending feelings for are real to me, I can’t help but realize how much of a beautiful person you are.
How often do I stop and stare, just to appreciate your beauty, probably as often as a birds loose a feather.
Altering my feelings for you is just as difficult as pushing a mountain with the strength of an infant.
Nearly every second I spend talking to you adds onto the amount of time I spend thinking of you.
In the night, I fear of good dreams of you. I may wake up in anger at the fact that it is not true.
Every word you say to me makes me feel weightless; your voice is one of an angle…