I always think they are the one,
My first everything to be shared with them.
Forever blinded by my need for affection,
I fall prey to my imagination.

Walking side by side in a park at night,
Sharing the burdens the world places upon us.
We relieve the pain on each other,
Knowing well it will never cease to bother.

Now we are in your room,
My lips are attached to your neck,
And your hands will not stop roaming.
You feel the need to carve my form into your memory.
We ignite a fire which cannot be doused with water,
Instead we let it fester until we can no longer fan the flame.

My eyes refuse to leave yours,
I try as hard as can to tear them away,
To stop appraising the heart my hands wish to hold.
I have deemed it impossible to stop loving you.
And oh, how I which that someday I will get to call you mine.