Wonderful as you are;
I shall not submit to the way of love,
It begets me to think too far,
And be lost in the course unlike a dove.
Your smile is already a remedy,
It heals the bit of me who isn't ready
It fills in the aching gaps of my beloved;
It fills in the bit of me who is neither love-oriented.
Hope is still there to linger,
But only to watch me become a hopeless believer;
Of love, of truth and of sorrow
That maybe it would be us tomorrow.