The Confusion Of Love (For Performance)

If I had to hold my feelings for you, they'd be warm, they'd be kind, they'd be true. They'd be soft and yet confident, as hot as the sun. But even thats an understatement, if its you. The "one".
If I had to tell you how I feel I wouldnt know what to say. But I dream about you every night, and they carry on through the day.
If I had to prove how much I feel, I know I would be certain. I'd open up my heart to you, even if the situation worsen.

But most importantly, I must confess, and please dont take this lightly;
I'd tell you how I cry at night, if we'd had a fight, or fell out slightly, over who was right but worse: who was wrong, about a silly little thing like "what's our song?"
Oh how I need to remember to stop being defensive, and blocking you out by enforcing my fences every time we talk.
And I'll admit I forget that loves not a competition, but more of a private potition...
And I know theres not a me in we, but they'reso similar, and my selfishness determines them so... unjustly.
And i need to think before I speak, of the destruction my words can make you seek, which remain hidden under the hurt and deceit, without every giving common sense the chance to speak,.

But THIS IS LOVE!! We all scream, as the frustration of the unknown becomes too much for our fresh hearts, which so often seemed broken before, to bear. The anxiety boils over as the fear of whether it will last and whether you truly deserve it to becomes idiotic...
Therefore maybe we should just be thankful that we are living, even if by doing so we are sinning.
But then again is life worth living if you never find the miracle that the woman singing on the radio seems to have acquired?

Can you find love in a world so full of hate and turmoil, and if you do will it have gone to spoil?
One person can change minds , unfortunatly not things, so in a world (lets be honest) so full of destrucition, the chances look plainly, like a halted production: Shabby...

If I had to describe my feelings for you, I'd reluctantly say I'm uncertain. Today I'm in love but tommorow may draw the curtain, and honestly, doubt can break us, without any hurt'n. As at this stage we're barely made.
And I have to remeber to stay as perfct as you or, the price I will not have paid.

Unfortunaly some of us will never find love.

And some of us will be too late.