Just a figment of my imagination.

The first poem anyone ever wrote about me

toujours-et-a-jamais:

Pardon the way that I stare. There’s nothing
else to compare. The sight of you leaves me
weak. There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel. Please let me know
that it’s real. You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.