I think you’re something special.
It’s a feeling that I have. It’s one I can’t explain.
Starting from the heart and flowing to tips of my fingers.
I think I’ll never find someone like you.
Like the morning star in the sky, you steal away the light
from other stars that wink away the night.
I think you’re a curse.
Like a cage, trapping my spirit. Begging to be set free.
I struggle because I’m afraid of the enclosing walls.
I think I need a way out.
But before I find one, the cage looks comforting.
Like a blanket of security, proving you’ll never leave.
I think I don’t have a choice.
I feel pain and joy. Frustration and excitement.
Perhaps, a curse can be twisted into a dream.
If you try.
I think I’m in love with you.
You’re my cage, my light in the sky, my security.
It is a curse, of course.
But at least I can be cursed with you.