Was it the lights?
Was it the rain?
Was it your smile?
Was it that you were fain?
Fain to hold my hand,
Fain to cling?
Fain to withstand,
The storm within?
How could you be so prepared,
For something so unexpected?
How could you possibly dare
To mend my heart 'till it exploded?
So many questions,
So little time.
Can't stop this obsession,
That tingles my mind.
And you are the reason
.
.
.
For this smile.
