I sought to sat with you, to feel you clement hands reconcile with mine and pierce through your big chaste brown eyes.
I thought I could do it but I can't give you these roses. As my heart quivers, my eyes screamed. These red roses I should've gave withered away.
I've fallen deep enough to swam through the tides of your being. Yet I have failed busting through the hurricanes of your moonlit-stained love.
I aint worth it.
