I wouldn’t kiss you if you told me to,
while I’d prefer to look into your eyes
first.
I would rather be without you
sometimes to feel it in my heart how it
hurts.
I’ll die trying to love you perfectly,
cause denying it’s impossible is
concurred.
I couldn’t possibly move mountains
for you, but I can move words to make
sure you are heard.
I could hug you, yet I won’t because
holding you is a more secure event.
I’d pour my all into you, as what’s mine
is yours even if I’m left spent.
—JG

