And if all words aren't enough to describe how much I love you. I'd use my blood as an ink to this pen. For you to know, that even if I have nothing to write. The poetry written within me, is you.
Vigorously shaken until every leaf is riven, spinning through the force of a typhoon; whirling beneath the moon, and you might glimpse a novel sight, hidden within the night.
I wish we never met Even if fate led us there. I wish we never talked Even if the words came easy. I wish we let silence win Even if the conversation pulled us in. I wish we never saw the signs Even if they glowed so bright. I wish we never felt that spark Even if it burned so right.
But everything happened And still, I wish I could turn back time Even if I would never know you at all.