Lang Leav

Will you love me enough? Love me so much that your heart can barely hold it—that it would break every other heart you’ve ever held?

What I feel—I shouldn't show you,

so when you're around I won't;

I know I've no right to feel it

but it doesn't mean I don't.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

In your hesitation I found my answer.

In a sea of strangers,

you've longed to know me.

to thoughts of him,

that flow from it,

in her solitary.

For she is his poet,

And he is her poetry.

in fear and faith

To love him

is something,

I hold highly

suspicious.

but it will drive you mad!

When it is given to you

She lends her pen,

to thoughts of him,

that flow from it,

in her solitary.

For she is his poet,

And he is her poetry.

To new beginnings,

in fear and faith

and all it tinges.

To love is a dare,

when hope and despair,

are gates upon it hinges.