I was never one to write love poems
Simply because been one to realize what love is.
I don't understand the feeling of one's heart beating
Quickly as cheeks tint pink
What is that feeling?
Love is what it's apparently called.
Flustered for one
Feeling a special feeling toward an individual.
That feeling is rather
And I'm still one to not quite understand it yet
True love is what it's called,
I guess you're that person who's helping me
Through this world of pain
And despite the horrid absence
And the ongoing anxiety of possibly loosing you as well
I'm holding on for dear life.
Despite how impossible a request of such may be,
Will you do me one of the most important things for me
And just promise to stay by my side
And be the light in which I need
To see through this dark road