i waited too long to realize i want to be with you.

[bmjdkrstellar]

I don't dare to touch your hand,
I don't dare to think of you,
In a physical way,
And I don't know how you smell,
You are the cover of my magazine,
You're my fashion tip, a living museum,
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sunday's,
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday
.