I think I love her.
"Think"?
Ohh peasant,
how foolish of you to think
that the heart doesn't know
how hard you have tripped
towards her.
What if I confess?
What if we get together
later to tear
one another apart?
What if we fall short
trying to cling onto the honeymoon phase?
Hence I intentionally delay
the construction of this Rome.
Not out of malice,
however considering the mere fact
that a single storm may suffice
for bringing down to its knees,
even that it took a day to see
it's completion.
An idea that never ceases
to grace the pens of those responsible
for the plots of hopeless romantics.
But there's no point trying to suppress
what the mind and the heart had already
decided to address.
