What is this love that i feel?
My weary heart yearns and longs for you.
In your smile my weak heart sinks.
With your touch my faint heart melts.
You birth in me a love that is true.
It may be distant, but it is real.
When i’m with you i stutter, i mumble.
I get lost with my feeble words.
My all in all, of what i thought is my best dissolves quickly in the splendor of your endearing beauty.
Is it wrong to desire to be loved by the purest of all hearts?
A small still voice tells me that somehow you also feel something for me.
Or is my desire nothing but a mere fantasy?
Is it too much to ask you to love a fainthearted like me?
I am here, waiting.
Wishing it was me whom you gave your heart to.
Hoping it is me that you say i love you to.
Praying that one day, you'd notice me too.
