I wonder what words Shakespeare would use for you
Mediocrity resides in the doubtful mind, but theirs no pain in caution
knowing the things you like, your favorite memory's, even the little things take time
What sort of love is love if it is rushed, how can one admire if he doesn't take the time to observe
Feelings are never definite like a poem, like a thought, like you...
So as to co-exist with these feelings one must confess he must gamble and at times risk
Fear can never be eliminated but not all things in this world are meant to be avoided
Especially not you...
I wonder what words mean to you? if praise offers you any sentiment to a person's rumbling
I'd like to admire and appreciate, knowing now what I never did before is always pleasing
You offer me inspiration and that is enough for me...
