You are a dream, a perfect one
You are a perfect combination of a mess and bliss
It seems so wrong desiring for your love
But it seems so right to have you all for myself

Greediness it is, but you are what it takes for me to be happy
Nothing could ever measure up how much you mean to me
No money nor jewels could ever equate your value
And I will gladly claim you mine even if everyone sees it as selfishness and greediness.




© ophelia's