Love Letter
Why does the heart want when the heart wants?
One of the questions logic cannot explain
So In this state I shall remain and write to numb the pain
Pain that could one day turn into bliss, but who can tell what lies in the abyss
Only God knows my intentions are pure, as pure as the driven snow
What can stop the wind that blows through the gap that no one knows, that remains hollow
We could stay in our separate lanes or we could collide
But know, when I gaze into your eyes, I cannot tell whether seconds or minutes go by
Who knows what the future holds, it could be everything or nothing at all
I am content with both, towards you I can never feel loath
What’s written is written, it unfolds how it unfolds
I accept what destiny beholds, even if the fire inside me is forced to turn cold
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