To say I've loved before would be a lie. But with you I feel a passion growing inside. You bewitched me with curiosity and patience. This feeling didn't come until I looked you in the eyes. Now it's something that not even my face can deny. I burn to know what God plans are for you and I. I yearn to know the gallery of your mind, To know exactly what it is you feel inside. Tell me now, is it me you want to know? Will the seasons of your changing renounce me instead? If so, make it not scar like the seasons of mine. Let it hit slowly so another damsel won't be in your distress. The sound of your name, will be just enough. The memory of your words will be my flag. Save me before it's too late, although i've already fallen.