A Love Poem

For what seems like a hundred years,
Waiting to say my fortune, my words.
Right here, I can't wait for the time,
That the emotions will finally chase.
I will stay, will you let me keep,
The love that bloomed?

Chance to speak the thoughts,
Webbed up inside of me for ages.
Spilt on the floor,
No chances are going to be broken.
I love you; always have,
Never had the guts to show them.

Will you love me,
The way that I do?
Overcame the fear that was killing me,
I never stopped to think things through.
Three last words,
I'll leave will you to think.

I love you, beautiful baby.
I can't make it on my own.