I've been waiting all my life and now I found you.

This sweet surrender,
And with that,
I'll give you my heart, my passion, my soul.

Wilt this rose shall and cascade these petals will,
In some time we call soon.
But never shall this love go frail.

Colour of a burning red that even challenged the sun,
Yet it was just a stalk amongst many.
But the words it yielded within,
No none other could compare.

No words could compose these thoughts
And no action could illustrate such emotions,
This paradoxical oxymoron.
But now here I am writing this bad mess I'd dare call poetry,
Cuz right now, I'm all yours.

You made me believe, once again.