The day I wrote all my confessions to her
I knew she was it, the love of my odd life
There is a certain elegance to herself
In order to contain her in words, I strife
It’s only her smile that can overwhelm me
I’m moved every time she gazes up at me
It’s hard to fathom how I could love again
Even when universe keeps depriving me
They say a mortal can only take enough
But the soul loves, and isn’t soul eternal?
I dearly wish she loses to me her heart
So that my win at love can be immortal.