I write this words to you, The better half of me. I pour my heart in words, Expressing what I feel for you. My teenage years I sojourn, Came with mistakes I made. Can it be rectified? How late am I? Fear comes for me at times, The future feels so uncertain. I need you to like only me. But would I be good enough for you? Would I be you only sunflower? Lightening up your world when I bloom? Would I be cherished and loved? So I can bloom even brighter for you? And then there's me, Would I like only you? I haven't met you yet, And you haven't met me.