Frustration.

Limitation.

What an awful thing.

Clawing up the walls for the one thing you love and beilieve in.

So near, and yet so far
Tell me my dear
Is it worth our hearts?

I think so.

I know so.

But in the meantime I'll hang from the walls,
Hoping that when you come, you will not fall,
Under my pounce, that I intent to do, simply because my darling,
I love you.

I see your intentions and I love it all,
To ask me to marry you is your sign of commitment too.

Galaxy sweetheart your a wonderful man,
To you my devotion is, I give you what I am.
Perfect I am not, but this I know,
That I am your she, the Lady of your dreams.

I love you.