To be befuddled in wistful thoughts
And love in the earnest way
Is to allow myself to be sought
By your mere presence everyday.
At first, I was unsure of how I felt
‘Cause my love seemed like an infatuation
That is, sadly, not warm enough to melt
Your eyes’ cold disposition.
Yet it was enough, for me, to see
You, who stood very near to me
For some time, I believed I’ll be fine that
Despite my heart telling me that I’m not.
So instead, I drown in your reticence
Wishing it was me who lingers in your mind
Because, looking at your smile reminisces
How unlikely for you to be so kind.
I can’t point out how it started
But I still think you’re the best
Already, our story is drenched in irony
And before you, everything was a mess.
So if we go on with this story
I hope you’ll realize
I do love you dearly
But the ending could not be surmised.