I maybe a speck of your overwhelming fame, but I feel like I’m all the confetti shower you need.
Stare at the traffic of your glamour; I desire to shroud you in pure love and reasonable greed
To see you under the spotlight and the sight of many eyes, in my silence you are all mine
I care about every breath of exhaustion; it hurts to hear all your painful unuttered lines
The grace of the soothing wind flows embedded in the perfect sway of your body
Your enticing gestures never fail to make the greatest showcase of the human anatomy
Even in shadows, I’m in sublime captivation of the flawless trace of your silhouette
I hold my breath for your stare like a daunting foolish round of Russian roulette.
The melody tailored in your voice as you render songs needs no lyrics to be a masterpiece
Your hymn speaks intimately to my heart, an endearing kind of music unwritten in sheets
It reverberates in my ears beautifully, like how an empty shell keeps the song of the sea
And I pray for the songs of our soul that under a blue moon would accord in perfect harmony
I submit to the decadence that you impeccably personify
You are a wingless angel, but you can soar unfathomably high
People may judge me for being hopelessly in love but I know it is not wrong
Helpless, for you lift my heart to heaven with the words of your love song
Stare at the traffic of your glamour; I desire to shroud you in pure love and reasonable greed
To see you under the spotlight and the sight of many eyes, in my silence you are all mine
I care about every breath of exhaustion; it hurts to hear all your painful unuttered lines
The grace of the soothing wind flows embedded in the perfect sway of your body
Your enticing gestures never fail to make the greatest showcase of the human anatomy
Even in shadows, I’m in sublime captivation of the flawless trace of your silhouette
I hold my breath for your stare like a daunting foolish round of Russian roulette.
The melody tailored in your voice as you render songs needs no lyrics to be a masterpiece
Your hymn speaks intimately to my heart, an endearing kind of music unwritten in sheets
It reverberates in my ears beautifully, like how an empty shell keeps the song of the sea
And I pray for the songs of our soul that under a blue moon would accord in perfect harmony
I submit to the decadence that you impeccably personify
You are a wingless angel, but you can soar unfathomably high
People may judge me for being hopelessly in love but I know it is not wrong
Helpless, for you lift my heart to heaven with the words of your love song