Standing Here


Standing here, afraid.
Afraid of my own heart,
Afraid of my own mind.
Do I tell you how I really feel?
Do I take the risk?

Standing here, scared.
Scared of what you might say,
Scared of what you might feel.
Do you love me like I love you?
Do you want to hold my hand, forever, too?

There's only one way to know for sure...
I have to tell you. 
I have to ask you.

I love you, forever and always.
Please be mine till the day I die.
Will you marry me?




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