I don’t mind your odd behavior, it’s the very thing I love. If you were an ice cream flavor, you would be my favorite one.
My imagination sees you like a painting by Van Gogh. Starry nights and bright sunflowers follow you where you may go.
You’re a butterfly held captive, small and safe in your cocoon. Go on, you can take your time. Time is said to heal all wounds.
Like a lock without a key. Like a mystery without a clue. There is no me if I cannot have you.
Oh, I’ve loved you from the start in every single way, and more each passing day you are brighter than the stars. Believe me when I say it’s not about your scars, it’s all about your heart.
