My head is buzzing from the rush you give me, and my hands begin to shake. I've never even met you; I don't know your name. But this sensation you send through me, it leaves me in complete bewilderment.
So, how do you do it? How do you know exactly what I need and where to meet me? I'm trusting that you know, because I sure don't. I'm chasing you, but have no idea where to begin.
I see an open field, covered in microscopic snowflakes that never seem to stop falling; I see leaves decaying, and a new life forming under the bed they make on the earth; I hear sweet, melodious music coming from the antique piano for the first time in years; and then I picture your skin: snow white and flawless. The creases above your lips that form when you smile leave my knees with no excuse to hold my weight..and everything inside me fails. My eyesight weakens, and I worry you'll recognize my fallibility and take advantage of my lacks..but you don't.
Where did you come from? And why is there no one else that captures my imagination perfectly like you do?
I've waited for you. I have waited. I have endured, and I have planned. I have prepared myself for something that only you can give me. Something that can endure anything this world throws at me with just a mere glance of those deep, brown eyes, and the way the sun reflects off them and sends my body back several feet. You take me off guard, and I am left naked. Imperfection leaks out, and I am revealed. This isn't what I dreamed of; this isn't what I planned. You are far too extraordinary to take me as I am.
Your beauty moves me into dilussion. I doubt you even realize how captivating your words are as they roll of your lips, but they can persuade me into doing absolutely anything, and yet you only ask me to love you in return. Could this be any easier?
So, how do you do it? How do you know exactly what I need and where to meet me? I'm trusting that you know, because I sure don't. I'm chasing you, but have no idea where to begin.
I see an open field, covered in microscopic snowflakes that never seem to stop falling; I see leaves decaying, and a new life forming under the bed they make on the earth; I hear sweet, melodious music coming from the antique piano for the first time in years; and then I picture your skin: snow white and flawless. The creases above your lips that form when you smile leave my knees with no excuse to hold my weight..and everything inside me fails. My eyesight weakens, and I worry you'll recognize my fallibility and take advantage of my lacks..but you don't.
Where did you come from? And why is there no one else that captures my imagination perfectly like you do?
I've waited for you. I have waited. I have endured, and I have planned. I have prepared myself for something that only you can give me. Something that can endure anything this world throws at me with just a mere glance of those deep, brown eyes, and the way the sun reflects off them and sends my body back several feet. You take me off guard, and I am left naked. Imperfection leaks out, and I am revealed. This isn't what I dreamed of; this isn't what I planned. You are far too extraordinary to take me as I am.
Your beauty moves me into dilussion. I doubt you even realize how captivating your words are as they roll of your lips, but they can persuade me into doing absolutely anything, and yet you only ask me to love you in return. Could this be any easier?
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