What would you do if I told you I loved you?
What would you do if I told you I cared?
Would you feel the same way if I told you for you I would do things that normally wouldn't be dared?
You're the Pyramus to my Thisbe,
the romeo to my Juliet.
There are many things I think of you and you just dont know them yet.
Without you I am nothing, no one
simple words, unrecorded.
meaningless phrases in a shapeless blur,
sentences by a story not supported.
I am pensive over my love for you
for you or just the feeling?
In love with simply being in love?
or is it for you my heart is reeling?
