You really amaze me. So freaking much that I'm starting to get afraid of you.
Are you even real? How can you be so kind? How can you be so perfect?
You're not perfect. Surely you are not but why am I starting to believe you are.
Or am I just too willing to go blind in love. Just too willing to embrace your flaws and mistakes.
Maybe I'm just too in love with you. Scars and thorns, all of you.
Your flames are dancing today, sunshine, and I'm in awe. Just make sure you don't burn me while you dance.
Or maybe not. I'm willing to embrace your flames too.
