The way I feel comfort just in seeing you,
Is different from the coldness of my hands when near him,
The sweetness of his words is different,
different from your words of assurance and care,
It is sympathy that I feel for him,
the feeling of a friend wanting to care
But for you, It is love and happiness I'm feeling,
I love his eyes and his features but I love your heart,
I love your heart that loves the Lord,
I love your patience,
I love every bit of you,
But I can't tell you now,
We're too young to let this distract us,
But I will tell you soon enough,
And let these words be enough.
