Even when you’re next to me, I think of you.
My life depends on when I will see you. For I will not loose myself in the void of loneliness to the sultry darkness of night. There is solitude in which You live, and where I fell in love with you.
I find myself caught in a spiral of fantasies and thoughts.
Maybe I’m just very worried about you. It would not be just the first time I’ve gone overboard on protecting you.
That with your very presence, than with be true, seems like a dream.
You hear that? On my face seals the questions, is it the sound of an angel who sings by your existence.
The sweet calm of the daffodils is so much that you hear the quiet . I think it’s that I can’t remove you from my head.