Under my burning head.

You are the sparkle in my world
making it sprinkling clean.

Shaking it to the core
having me think its not a bore.

Nothing else can now be seen
far or beyond.

You are my cure even if you
are not truly pure.

How can I be this sure
that I want to hold your hand?

Make you truly smile
more then a while.

Believing together
life won't ever be bland.

Maybe this is a confession
to worlds I could never say.

Lessons learned, but I could not
let them to rest lay.