• Dear Someone,

    How will i know if what i feel is Love?
    Will you tell me?
    Am I to find out?
    Will I know when at first we lock eyes?
    Or does it happen personality wise?
    Or is it something you will see?
    And I will be to scared to redeem?

    Is Love something I was meant to find?
    Or something that will intertwine?
    Slithering calmly like snakes, through the grasses.
    Will i know when we toast our glasses?

    Will Love be there when i say "I do" ?
    Or when we kiss under the moon?
    is it something where i must wait?
    or is there something that will lead me to Love's gate?

    But once I know that it's Love is feel?
    Will be all too surreal?
    Will I cower and run from you?
    Because The feelings honest and true?
    Or will I just stand there with tears in eyes?
    Holding back whimpers, instead of cryies?
    Should I be so cynical of things?
    Or is this real and honesty?

    inside my head is who i want,
    a man who walks tall with dark colored hair.
    Someone who's strong willed and likes to learn.
    Someone who cares.
    Someone who burns.
    Who cries.
    Who bleeds.

    Where most people want a man who's perfect and full of pride.
    I want one who's imperfect and in his prime.
    I want someone who's common yet different, understanding yet unsure.
    I want a someone who's alone, but next to someone, who's beautiful face is a mask unless smiling.
    I want someone who's mine, yet themselves.
    Someone older, someone stronger, someone green, yet so blue.
    A person who is mine.
    I want you, this someone, which who i write.
    A perfect someone who's not worried about who looks, who hears or who needs to know.

    So, this is to you, my someone.
    Wherever you are, whoever you are.
    and to however we meet or love.
    Just remember something,
    I always will love you.