How does small talks build like blocks,
Finding notes in keys so eloquently,
Knowledge she knows what can undo me,
To gaze upon for so long and slowly wonder,
How anyone did not see thee like a trampling,
As an avalanche down hill with beautiful eyes,
It is beyond me,
That someone with wit, beauty, and capability,
Does not have a line of suitors begging attention as royalty does,
That when you are near I can count the luck I spent,
Every penny fallen since,
A fortune I wish to spend on it,
For you are as water to a duck, and grass to a deer,
As does conversation with you sustains me,
It wipes away old worries, and kills the lonely,
As if that feeling never wained at all,
And the vastness of your importance hit me as such a way,
As tidal waves surely come to shore,
That I don't worry about insignificant things,
But am I a better man day by day?
For me, and whatever our future may lead.
