It hasn't even been more than a day But my hand itches to hold yours again To feel your warmth when you pull me close U want me to tell you I like you? C'mon don't be a fool it already shows! The way you wrap your strong arms around me it's a hold from which I never wanna be freed Although I am acutely aware that- That's the hold which will someday make me bleed. But can you really blame me for being greedy? For I am just another poor soul who wants to Feel needed. Your lashes, Your voice, your eyes, your smile Too long without them feels like exile. You’re the first to make me feel this way; I only pray, Neither fate nor faith takes you away. Out in the world, You’ll see me act strong and brave, But only heaven knows how I ache— To feel safe, to be craved. Your touch has etched itself deep in my heart—permanently engraved. But understand this: You’re the one I’ve wished for all along. My heart, stubborn as it is, Has decided—it’s you to whom it belongs