I almost had a heart attack the first time that I peered into your eyes. Flaming hearts bound unbridled imaginations. Only God could create the symphony to adore you. No intrepid intimidation. Yet this is all I have. Little clouded words. Nothing that makes scene. Nothing for what your worth. (To me.) I could never sing. Anything. Anything well enough. I can't spell well enough. Trembled oh too many times. Thinking of the proper words to let you know just what I mean. Everything I've seen. Waiting for the upside once seen inside of me. Trials and procrastination overladen with words never seen. Too many times, too few times, and one time more. I'm unsure. Another lonely symphony. Not from God just made by me. A little too short. Such a bore. A little too loud. Thrown to the floor. I will start again tomorrow like never before. Probably won't like that one either. Stop awhile. Fake the smile. Pretend I a believer. I'll just stick to dreaming.