've been loved by many but not quite the same, as she me.

her love left me breathless,

left me trembling to hold her,

and her love made me yearn for her like;

i have loved many yet only for her, would've my heart walked at the end of the world for,

just to be graced by her touch;

to feel her lips on mine,

to feel her fingers intertwine

with mine.

she was to kiss me once and i would've lost my wit,

she was to touch me once and i would've forgot my name,

she was to hold in my arms, and in her arms;

would've my sorrows flee.

i am nothing but a vessel who watched it palpitate for her.

there could have never been a being in this world who would've made my

heart dance so joyfully, that

it'd forget that it held any sorrow at all.

and god forbid she graces her love to anyone but me;

my heart belonged to her.