I Can Be Only You Poem by Paris Thulare

I was a boy when we met.
Soulless with no practice to test,
Selfless, that I couldn't share you my chest,
And I remained so fallen as a chrest.

A numbnut who new nothing of love and loving,
So is flaws and soft pawns,
But you dear veered me to this path,
Drained my wonders with your supernatural powers.

I am here a growing man still,
With wishes to be your armor made from Valerian steel.
Dear my undying wish.
She who has more kisses to give,
Let me make you my 'ish'
And forever hold you still.

If loving you was wrong,
I wouldn't bothering now.
If falling for you was never my fate,
I wouldn't me to gaze.

When thunders struck me fom the middle of my cochlear,
To the back of cerebellum.
You were there a girl,
Waiting for that one dizzling text.

When flues of the north made me a fue,
You have been here telling me
'All shall be well babe me '
A sweetheart like no other
She who kept me under the radar.

At first I was scared,
Wearing fury moods.
My hair would grow beats,
When I thought of telling,
Thinking rejection would be the one headlining.
Unaware feelings were mutual.
Truly, love can be sometimes gargantuan.

We disregarded one another over the years,
Remoured by jealousy and anger.
At times I would call you names,
Unaware I was a rover.

Yet still, we are the in the cumulus .
You have never stopped mobbing my Numbness,
When loving was clueless.
I stand here a growing man,
Asking you to be by undying woman.

Babd my heart can be irreparable ,
And At times be incapable,
But it loves you deeply with all,
The sugars and milky peppers of all sorts.
I am here today with fingers are crossed ,
Declaring you, my only Lara croft.
To be my loving crown,
My unjudging soul.

To the pains and suffering,
Struggles and bullet holes.
To the past behind us,
And the futures that is yet to commence,
Will you be that one soul who is so keen of loving?