Miss Pretty eyes, I’m getting into you crazily

This doesn’t happen to me easily

Sometimes it seems like I’ve known you momentarily

Other times it seems we’ve known from eternity

Call it déjà vu or voodoo

But it’s no Hollywood series nor boo-boo

I can’t wait to gaze at you and say ‘I love you’

And hope and crave for an ‘I love you too’.

I want to be able to love you and not be scared

Should it be a no in the end, at least I dared

I give my fraidy heart away and now I feel bared

My safeguards are off but I have hope instead.

I might not be sure of all the details

But isn’t that what faith entails?

Taking a leap into the darkness of tales

Walking and trusting even when there are no trails.

Pretty eyes, I’m not sure if I’m ready for this

I’m not sure if I’m writing to my perfect Miss

I’m not sure if I’m your perfect kind of guy too

But one thing I’m sure of – I want to love you.