to the one i think i love:

i'm trying to write you a sonnet
but my words seem to do you injustice
when all i can think of are cheap recycled words
and you deserve something altogether exquisite

but i want to show you how much i care
so i'm scrambling to find the feelings inside
that make this whole thing make sense
to make me understand how you got the short end of the deal

because i'm altogether quite sure that i did nothing
to con your way into loving me, nor did i refuse
since there's something in your eyes that tells me you're not like them
i can't help but be falling hopelessly more and more every day

i'm spellbound, stargazed, locked in a fanatical daze
you're the only one who can make my heart stop beating altogether
and you're the only one who can break me down so hard
that i don't know if i could ever get back up again.

i hope you know what this means to you, to me,
to the world around us that wants what we've got
this is a once in a lifetime kind of opportunity
and i'm going to do my best to not squander it
i'm thankful that you're my love and i'm not going to
trash it for something that seems more gratifying

for there is nothing, NOTHING more satisfying
than being your girl.


love, jess