When I was young, I used to dream
of what love was like,
picking daisies in the garden
He loves me, he loves me not
he loves me.
When I grew up, I used to dream
of losing my feelings and drowning out
the calling of my heart
I love him, I love him not,
I love him.
Inspiration found in the darkest holes
where i sat and dwelled on
true intentions
real feelings,
sickening sweet lies tainting hearts a thousand times over
it sounded so good to me,
to never love again,
to only feel the cold wind of the shadowy depths
that made up the cavern of my heart.
Yet with a single touch you warmed me
You held me when I thought love was lost,
when I thought I was gone for good.
Your embrace could melt the ice of a thousand tainted hearts,
yet you choose to hold only me,
Your kiss could make so many fall in love with you,
yet you choose to kiss only me.
if i could tell you I loved you, I would,
I do,
but such simple words can't even begin to describe,
how i truly feel for you.
In your arms I feel alive,
And in my heart you'll always be,
because you helped me find myself once again,
and now I'm
picking daisies in the garden,
He loves me, he loves me not,
he loves me,
I love you.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Severin, in the year 93 MA.