Anxious
Always anxious, but for what?
She's the embodiment of the word perfection.
I'll never forgive her, for what she did.
She's taken all sorrow out of my life.
All I wake up to is happiness each and every day.
A feeling I've yet to accustom to.
I show it for the world,
Only she really brings it out of me
What is the feeling in me that won't go away.
I can't stop thinking of what's to be of us. I haven't the slightest clue why I can't stop loving you.
Beauty isn't even close to a description.
She's the way of my life.
She's the reason I can't do anything without her crossing my mind.
She's both a blessing and a curse.
A curse I'd never choose to break.
She wouldn't understand what she means
I wish anything I did was enough
I'm not satisfied with making her just smile.
I want to be the joy in her life as she is in mine.
The way she giggles gives me the same warm feeling I got the day I met her.