Please Poem by kish ezra patrata

Meeting you was destiny,
destiny without knowing if you're involved
Whatever words they say; i; ll still be over you
You're not handsome but cool
You're not perfect, but seems to be fitted in my heart.

Loving you was my choice
The way I act is the way I want you to hear my voice
Eventhough, I know there's no chance,
I won't waste every second to glance
But it's no need for me to crave
Because anything that is not assumed of
Is worth waiting for.