An enigmatic heart,
that gets sometimes a bit more than crazy for something...
that behaves sometimes a bit more than stupidly for something...
that holds on the sorrows more readily...
than those of moments spent merrily...
that loves always be loved and cared for...
often the endeavor for the same is what makes it hurt for...
that gets at times possessive...
making it often obsessive...
that gets puzzled what it has in real fetish for...
and the fear that if that would in real accomplish her...
Perhaps my heart has its reasons in loving you,
Though I have often been left wandering for why I am always missing you...
It feels enchanting while talking to you,
And sorrowful while thinking to part away from you...
My days are spent always thinking of you,
And nights pass-by with dreams pursuing you...
A secret desire burns in the heart for kissing you,
Hoping a kiss can help my depth of love in expressing it to you...
I do not wanna believe I won't be getting you,
Since it's really too hard to let your heart leave you...
Perhaps my soul has it's reasons in loving you,
Leaving me wonder for what sort "I am so much loving you"...
