Being someone's beloved was not on my destiny,
Until you came along,
And changed the prophecy.
For once in my lifetime,
I could feel how it is to be loved so dearly.....

Your gaze alone makes me feel seen, heard,loved and wanted,
Oh darling, none could ever make me feel so.

You are the starry night, I could stare all long,
Without any wary, I could stare all long

Oh Cara mia, you have the whole universe in your eyes,
I could die to swim in them, drown in them.
Be all yours, completely yours,
Lose all my sanity to you,
Lost in you, completely lost.

The frog fell in love with the swan,
Her grace,her wings and her ability to swim.
They were far different, He knew.
For once and always,
He can never be close to her.

Yet he falls for her.
He stares at her dancing admist the water hues,
Softly, gracefully, sliding through the waves,
As if owning them,loving them.
He wonders who could not fall for her,
And he ain't an exception either!

He watches her every single day without a miss,
I wonder if she even knows!
But he,
He doesn't care about it!!
For cause, I guess, he knows..
He's just a mere frog,
A mere admirer,a mere gazer,
Nothing comparable to any.

He doesn't care an ounce of the cons,
Cause for him, she is already his beloved.
And for always, He will be her devotee.

Like a virtuoso, he will forever sing her melody,
Lost in her charms, losing his sanity.

I am afraid of eyes,
Of thoughts and minds.
Afraid the "me" I see in mirrors
Might not be the "me" in others’ minds.

I fear the opinions, the whispered words,
The voices carving shapes of me.
What if their visions linger,
Ghosts of a face I cannot see?

They haunt me,
Questioning my skin, my bones,
The core of my existence.
Am I enough? Or am I shadows,
Fading in the light of others’ brilliance?

I fear I’ll never be content,
Forever chasing reflections—
Comparing my fragile self
To those I deem better,
Forgetting the beauty
That blooms within my imperfections.

I am holding onto the thorns of the rose,
It pains me, I bleed, I cry.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry,
Yet I am still holding onto it.

I am so bewitched by its beauty,
That I didn't notice it slowly withering,

I was so into loving it,
That I didn't notice, it isn't immortal,
And it will wither,
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because of the thorns but it withering.

Just as it,
I was so into loving him,
I didn't notice his love withering,
I forgot one's love isn't always immortal as mine is.
I didn't see him leave.....
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because him leaving me is painful,
But him not loving me as I love him is.

You broke me to the point that I can't bring myself to heal again.
My heart has been crushed by you  and your doings.

But it's completely fine.
I am fine to be broke by you.
I can endure it all,
as long it's you.