Stolen my heart
It’s more than a game
It’s more than the prize
It’s more than a selfish desire
Falling for you
Keeping sight focus
Thinking logically
Love could be more than that
Trying to reason trying to analyze
Like beating round the bush
Self-denial, self-debating
Getting nowhere in conclusion
It’s a sacrifice yet it’ll be worth it
Time will tell it all…and I’ll be waiting.

To hold you close, to see you smile, to hear you talk, to walk with you, to be with you, it’s a first class privilege that will even melt the hardest heart of all. Prudent, sensible, down to earth, qualities abound that my eyes were opened to. May not be the prettiest, not the smartest but it doesn’t matter. It’s the heart that makes the different. The heart that can even turn the sourest face to a grin, eventually from grin to a big smile plastered on the once-used-to-be sourest face. Nothing phenomena, nothing miraculously wonderful, nothing supernaturally great. Just the simplest detail in life and yet you can make a difference, that’s the difference. No wonder I’m gaga.