I'm writing you this poem,
That speaks of something grand,
Something that sprouts, and flourishes,
Each time I hold your hand,
Of something that breaks my heart,
Each day we are apart,
Then sends off signals, and trips alarms,
At the thought of holding you in my arms,
It's a blessing,
And it's a curse,
Each time I touch you,
It gets much worse,
I cannot hold it in much longer,
Each time I see you it gets stronger,
I have bad luck with love,
That's why I hide it,
Its F@%&ed me up each time I've tried it,
With you it's different,
With you it's changed,
With you it doesn't feel so strange,
Now I love you,
And you love me, ,
Let us love in harmony
Just let me know it's meant to be
