At this time, I must confess.
This miss has caused quite some stress.?
How I long to one day turn her to a missus,?
only then will I not have to ask for her kisses.?

The day's sunlight, and its shade of brown?
that same gleam, it keeps me falling down.
Blinding, but in all the right spots and places
turning other faces to distant memories
when I see hers'

I must confess
I must distress
I simply
cannot

do this anymore.