Knowing everything about your world
Seems to be a blessing, but is a curse.
Too much emotions for a single heart to hold.
An individual’s mind isn’t a purse,
That is able to be organized at will.
Knowing everything about their anything
Would be exciting and impactful.
Like a soothsayer knowing when the wedding bells will ring.
Knowing the meaning to both our love and its death.
Knowing whether “because I love you,” is real or an obligation
Whether it be love or lie, would leave me out of breath.
My heart would explode leaving an unshakable red stain.
Knowing our love is true is sweet bliss.
Your words are as lovely as a kiss.