I sit here pondering on where I was a month ago,lost without a clue, ready to die without a fight.
and then there was you. A saving grace of sorts, a voice calling out from somewhere unknown.
The first time we spoke, it was for hours. Your voice made my night, made my hour, made my minuet, made my second. Your laugh comforted me.
The thought of how wierd you seemed, intreuiged me, it drew me closer to you.
And now we are here, where we are suppouse to be. Without a doubt in my mind, I want to keep you around, for as long as I can.
If given the chance I would fight for our love, it is worth a struggle, an arguement, a spit or a spat. For you I would do my share of dirty work.
To me you are perfect, and with you I am perfect.
The feelings I've felt, have surpassed all others, for any one I have ever known or held or will hold, these are the moments I live for.
You still make my night, my hour, my minuet, my second. You will always make me happy.