There is nothing more
I can say to you
than to tell you how much
I am proud of you.
You make me happy
But can’t you see?
We’re not meant to be
Everything is just too much for me.
I’d like to continue
Whatever we have
But I don’t know where to start
nor I know where to end.
If it’s going to end
I better start now
I’m sorry, my love
But I gotta do it somehow.
My little jealous heart is a little jealous of your big confident heart,
yet it cannot help but feel a little bit more crazy for you since the very start.
My little jealous heart is a little insecure and intimidated by you,
it burns by your presence and melts by the sight of you.
My little jealous heart wants no competition,
for it knows you would do better without it in your possession.
My little jealous heart aches for you every single day,
and it wishes you would do the same without being scared away.
My little jealous heart wishes all the best for you,
and so it is slowly changing just to be perfect for you.
He said, “Write anything under the sun. Write about your hopes and dreams.” I said, “I do. I always write about you.”
We are a team —
You and I.
I wish not to ever leave your side.
I wish not to be kicked out of your life.
I wish to be the only person who get to see your everyday smile.
And I wish to be the one holding your hand every single time.
And if you ever leave,
worry not about me my love,
for you are
and you will always be
stuck in my mind.
In every single second
you are not around,
I keep you in the
innermost part of my heart
guarded by rose thorns
and secured with my undying love.
And if you ever come to me,
I wish not to see the lines
on your forehead forever stuck,
I wish not to see your brows
all lined up in just one direction,
and that the only line I will ever get to see
is the upward curve of your lips
while you stare into my eyes
and melt my heart and soul at the same time.
And we will be happy
For you are my fantastic love,
and I am yours —
We are fantastic, You and I.