Loving you makes me feel insane.
I don’t know whether to hate you
or to kiss you at certain times.
I’m hurting when you cry and argue
with me and you know I’m someone
from the first day we met many years ago.
I hate to say it but I wanted to be the one
who wanted to see the sights.
I guess things had to happen to us
on that very day we met.
The people who knew me
knows I’m kind of shy.
But with you, it’s different.
I can freely speak my mind
and dispose of the burden placed upon me.
Loving you is worth my time.
I must admit I’ve never saw myself
with someone like you before.
I’ve hurt myself not knowing if the times
were against something so pure like love.
I’ve jumped over a few hurdles in my time
but I’ve never flown higher than the skies.
I know that happiness is a virtue
everyone’s been seeking in a lifetime
but I’ve got it and it’s with you.
Because loving you is something
I would do until my dying day.