What lurks within postpones my rehab.
How i would give anything to kiss her lips;
to hold her hand, in mutual happiness;
to be at bliss.
This love I have for her transcends love itself;
in a sense that even the most passionate "I Love You" wouldn't fit the locket.
I would give her my all, my care, my trust, and my respect.
But respect and other commodities just seems to be insufficient.
Her beauty has the power to melt the sun and enchant the flowers;
even the stars at night awe at the amazing sight.
Yet, I cant help but wonder, must she not feel the same?
When she lye's on her bed in pensive thought
Does she not call my name?
The uncertainty pierces through my veins causing my blood to fill my body with passionate sorrow.
Yet again, I go to sleep,wondering still
If she will feel the same by tomorrow..