love letter

I believe that like orchestra, we will be more beautiful and powerful when we work together in harmony.

Choices. This or that. Here or there. But always, you and I.

If I pass away now, I’ll count myself blessed, for before I die I know how it feels to love and be loved.

When I saw your face, I had a crush on you. When I saw your smile, I feel in love with you.

If only you knew. If only you realized that my feelings are true.

I am a girl who always yearns. I have the heart that always burns. I have a hope that always churns. To know you. More. Every passing day.

Even when distressed, I must cofess, that looking at you makes me feel blessed.

I love you because you are you. Because you put black thought into true. Because I care about you, I do.

I am trying to make a stand. Hoping you’ll give a hand. Wishing love will expand. So. Would you, love so true, accept my who? I’d wait in a queue, to wait for my due, to have a dance with you, pas de deux.

Unlike what confucius said, I believe sincere words can be bath beautiful and meaningful.

You’ll know the words are empty when they are all that you can see.

You know word can be trusted when they are followed by actions, unlimited.