Is there a such thing as a perfect love? I can only imagine the gaze you possess that tears me apart My heart trembling with excitement the moment you'd enter the room Saying nothing at all still drawing all of my attention The explicable rush sending shivers down my spine Countlessly counting each breath you take as I rest my head on your chest Freezing my heart so I will always feel that sacred moment How fortunate I am to feel your passions wrath
But how is that you can make me feel unworthy of your love? Dictating every move I make ...