I want you...but it is too impossible.
If there is no one like you, what do I do?
No one with those eyes, that sparkle and make me feel without gravity. Those eyes, brown, make me believe that magic exists in this sad mortal world. But you are no mortal, you are gorgeous, beautiful in every way, almost a fantasy. Sometimes I think I create drawings with my mind, so realistic, that I think they live. Sometimes I think I drew you inside me, and you are just a dream.
My love, my only hope, my shelter, please come back here. I know this is not your country, your calling, I know I am not your princess, but let us waste some time on each other. Lots of other people welcome you, but I pray to you, to my God, to yours, that I can find you, or at least, someone like you.
I want to see you, again here, close to me. Ignore yourself, your life, your brothers, everything that makes your life right now. Come with me, I beg you please.
I am sorry I love you this way, to you, a stranger. I am sorry you do not know me, and if you want, I will present myself.
I am no queen, no beauty. I am no genius, no chief, no one to follow. I am just one of the thousands that claim your name every day. But you are my wish and my president, is not that enough, that I live for you?
I fear this want, this sickness, I fear you, feeling replaced.
It is sad I was never someone important, or that had talent, voice. I will never be like those girls, so full of life and fake lighting. I am sure you would hate me, but, if you just smile for me, and I know you are smiling for me...it would be all I want, and more.
