My words are weak to describe you,
But my feelings are more than true.
My thoughts are trapped unto you,
This landscape pure and new.
My actions try their best for you,
But sometimes lost at what to do.
These dreams of us,
Linked with hope and trust.
Great hope begins to wait for us.
Ourselves left untouched,
By which is of sadness or disgust.
All we want is left to us.
To think you are now what is all to me.
I think to myself how lucky I am to be.
I hope you always trust in me,
Because to ruin this would be
The ending to my perfect dream...
A dream meant only for me!
Do you feel the same way?
To be lost in trance come day.
A wish to be near me the same.
The loss of control lay,
But rewards greater for uneasy delay.
Not even my soul can find words to say,
When you add beauty to all my days...