You have to have the courage to do it but courage is not something that I can summon when I need to say it to her. It is not as if I do not like any other girl than her before but this time I can just feel it. I can feel that she is the right one. All the girls that I like before the feeling does not stay long, it will fade away as time goes by. May I was not that serious or may be it is juts me. But this time I can feel it. This is the first ever time that I feel so sincere and honest towards a feeling.
It is just this funny uncanny feeling that I am speechless when I talk to her. It is as though there is an angel up above that tie my tongue and obstruct me from saying what I should say. I really hope that God will give me strength and one day may I lash out what I feel towards her.
She
May be the face I can’t forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
She, she, she
