Would I find a place in you
Would you call me among those few
Am I sitting in a corner of your heart
Or am I lost there, like a forgotten scar
Thinking of you, I feel fresh like dew
Crossed with thoughts of sipping brew
Being caressed in your arms’ warmth
I see dreams of us, wish in real I could flaunt
Sitting across the table with positioned eyes
Un-blinked they’d remain, I’d give you a tough fight
Then sometime later, we’d hold hands
Underneath the table, cosying up like warm sands
But would this all ever be true
Would you call me among those few?
And tell ’em all you love me more?
Every passing day, make me your core?
Would you someday propose to me?
And walk me alone on the shore?