Could I write about how her fair hair shine in the morning ?
A very common image for such an uncommon girl.
May I call this love ? What even is love ?
I only know that you've find a way into my mind making me
Longing to see you, but not quite like you'd wait for a simple friend
Lovely thoughts in my daydreams you've put and,
Even now I wish you'd knew, my eyes are in a crowd, only searching for you.
