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.

 

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