You gave me just enough, to leave me caught up,
wanting more,
a look, then a gesture, followed by how I couldn't help,
but feel, amidst the hope that opportunities reveal,
I must've tripped, and fell, I pinched myself, to ensure,
you were real,
never is love so tangible than when all else seems to fail, proving fatal, the need to be with you coupled by cupid’s arrow,
I bleed the gift of sorrow, haunted now, by a glimpse of tommorrow, and despite all I know, I’d do it all,
over again.