I can't exactly pin point the beginning
Was it the first meeting or a reply of 'Im fine' ?
The only moment engraved in my thoughts
Was the day I felt your hand in mine.

The feeling gradually increased
As I took notice of your wine-like, romantic eyes
The colour so intoxicating with a pull of its own
In other words my downfall, my demise.

And for the love of god you've got no clue
Completely unaware, impervious to my stare
But you're so gentle and oh so tender that
I'm fighting a lost battle, how in heavens is that fair?

How can you be so oblivious, my love
To your sheer perfection and appealing allure
And christ that gorgeous, sculpted smile of yours
Restrains an aura to make even the sun insecure.

I see the way your eyes shine with passion
The faint rouge on your cheek as blood rushes in
Know the stars would go out before I stop loving you
You're the language that I'll always be fluent in.

-maraudersfan3000