I want to be loved,

to have no doubt of your affection,

I want to be so much apart of your world,

that it'd take world war three to sever the connection.



I want to look into your eyes

and see your fire burning bright,

but I want to see me at the heart of the flame,

with no chance of another girl burning up your nights.



I want you to hold me

and tell me no any time I have to leave,

only letting the jaws of life

be the force to return me to reality.



I want to feel beautiful

every time you glance my way,

knowing that you can't wait to get me alone,

at the end of each and every day.



I want to know that I can collapse into your arms

whenever the world brings me to my knees,

that you'd never use my weaknesses

to get me to do whatever you please.



I want to know that on my last day of life,

you'll still see me as your most cherished gift,

knowing that your perception of me is timeless,

is a perspective I never want to see shift.



I'm sorry if you see me as a silly girl,

for wanting to constantly hear that you love me,

but with this messed up world of deceit,

I can't help but need this to be.



I know I deserve this

and everything else you want to give,

for this is how love should be,

this is how I'm meant to live.



If this is too much for you to handle,

then just go along down your seperate road,

I don't mind waiting at this crossing

for the one who will barely notice love's load.