To The Man Who Controls Time

Love it when you cry,
Cry because of your fears of many things.
Things you thought to harm you,
you who possess a very beautiful soul.
Soul that caught the heart of millions of girls,
Girls that love you more than you thought.
Thoughts beyond your imagination,
Imagination I suffer every night.
Nights I spend thinking of you,
You whom I learn to love more,
More to the extent of too much,
Much more than a fan should do.
Do I have to stay here forever,
Forever loving you without you knowing it?
It hurts. Really hurts.
Hurts my soul and my heart,
Heart I offer to the unreachable man.
Man, even its impossible to be mine, with all my heart I love.