Bunch of notes I write make my ink overflow,
Yet my hand stiffens when I wish to write of you,
To write about us..
To scribble down the tales I tell of my love for you,
My feelings about us...
Of The time we spend like the money of the prodigal.
Wildly without thinking to own it back...
Yet always reminiscing and hoping we have it back..

Verses of songs I sing makes my mouth sore,
Yet my tongue stiffens when I wish to sing of you,
To sing about us...
To portray in choruses,love songs for you..
And verses about us...
Of The moments we take and it's all about just you n I,
Moments where the world cease to be..
Creating a stage just for you and me...
And the world standing afar just to watch us..

I wish I could write and sing about us
But books wouldn't contain
And lyrics would fail
Cos we are a miracle...

Amosrichy

Oh,I do love this