Regard the lad with the Dark Chocolate eyes,
You were warned numerous times to yield.
You'd been distressed by similar eyes before,
But these are not the same.
I want to envelope myself in them.
The bitter chocolate river.
Give me a cavity and a sugar rush por favor.
I long the small prospect of anything.
We might head our distinct routes.
Although eventually is so absent and boundless.
The last thing I yearn is losing you.
I won't tell you considering I like what we have,
but the existence of being something more I notably adore.
Please don't scramble and suppress.
I am not apologetic, nor will I deny.
I won't tell you though,
being it is earnest.
I loath to be selfish,
so instead I appreciate in silence.
I am dying to tell you,
and just as we wind up alone in my car...
I approach the confession.
I long to tell you everything that I would admire,
starting with a sugar rush from those dark cocoa eyes.
