Why were you created?
Why such perfect combination?
Why your mixture of genes?
Why oh Why?
My eyes see, my heart lusts
No, I won't let that happen
Why so perfect though?
He walked with such perfect strides like he was measuring each step with great accuracy.
His eyes though so black seemed to never stop glowing.
Do I want him to see me, do I even care?
How would I introduce myself even if I ever dared?
Ok, ok get yourself together, be calm
Why am I acting like I'm also not a ten? Or maybe not.
His perfections scream at my imperfections
but doesn't that mean together we'll be a perfect combination.
I know my identity; everything described in proverbs 31
but what if his identity is of a wolf clothed in sheep skin?
Oh Lord
Help me!!
Wait, Yes, Lord help me
I spoke too soon
Here he comes
Am I ready? Am I ready? Am I ready
Battling with my inner thoughts
