I hope you make up your mind.
I’m not like those other guys.
Eyes set on fire with hearts lustrous as stars.
I don’t wish for a piece of you, come as you are.
But I do apologize that beauty seems fleeting.
World seeming to portray love as mere feelings.
Choices I’m certain to attain, held with purpose.
Serving time to know beneath the surface.
I’m not here for the games.
Unashamed to reveal I’ll wait til I change your name.
So if you doubt and say it isn’t right, know I haven’t left.
Confessing that my love hasn’t died, letting my soul express its essence.