Hopelessly gasping.
Gratifying, complete.
To know I have you,
To become slightly weak.
Breathless, yet concealed.
In my eyes, do you see?
Someone who completely
Is in love with thee?
I love you, I love you.
I constantly say,
But do you really know
How I feel every day?
A rose. A feeling.
A moment in time.
Lost but not.
An unusual crime.
To be lost inside an affectionate touch.
To be brought in yet mean so much.
I love you, I love you.
I say again.
But it's so much more
Then words reel in.
Unquestionable doubt.
That part of me.
I love you, I love you.
Meant to be.
