Romance Meets The Eye

  I hate you. I can’t help but to hold you as we slow dance. To tell you that I fell for you, when you stood absolutely no chance. So anxiously as the night falls, I present to you. The death of romance.

  I owe it to you, to be the best that I could be. If you were ever in the crowd, your voice would be the only sound that ever truly reaches me.

  Is it too early to say I love you? What is it that I need to understand ? I can’t tell you that I love you, because the love I gave myself. Never truly stood a chance.

Seeds of love, bares the sweetest fruit. Your warmth and affection, grows deep within my roots. So please shower with your presence, as you continue to illuminate my day.

  The greatest actor of your class, such a splendid show you put on for others. I truly wonder what is beneath your mask.