You are so much to me,
How can it be?
Were you really made for me?
You see-
You are so perfect.
And yet I am not.
can this be reality?
You hold the key-
and yet, how can it be-
You are for me?
Tisn’t fair,
That we care,
when we really shouldn’t at all.
It’s not that you’re too tall,
or that I’m too much-
in love with Lord of the Rings,
it’s just that our ages,
seperate us.
And it’s not fair,
I do care.
Can it be-
you were made for me?
Is this reality?