You always describe the way you feel something when I do things or being myself Yet it doesn't touch my soul. I love you when we're tangling but is it love, or lust? I love you in our adventure and I get to see or learn new things So how do I define my feelings for you? I'm sorry that sometimes I lost in my thoughts when you open up and tell me about yourself I'm sorry that sometimes I pretty much believe that you're just in love with the idea of me A person you constructed in your head that you think you know very well Can we still call it love? I still feel lonely almost all the time Even when we hold hands or hug each other no matter how tight Your love bursts and fly around me, dancing in the air It grows beautifully I can see it in the spark of your eyes It's warm, I can feel it. I'm happy to see how alive one can be That's a blessing you got that I can only envy For mine still remains the same Yesterday, today, and maybe forever. I belong somewhe...