Why don't we stay like this, hands gravitating towards each other, and love blossoming in our young hearts?
Can you just press a little closer and give me a chance?
I know of our secrets and how they weigh on our chests.
I remember all that you've told me about it, how important it is to keep them a secret, and yet I just want to unfold these secrets and let us be together in love.
Can I kiss you without knowing who you are behind the mask? Can I love you without needing to know who you go home as?
I want to gingerly kiss your lips, uncover how close we must be, and I definitely want this night to be the last night for our secrets.
Can you trust me to keep you a secret and to love you more than anything?
I love you more than anything I've ever known.
My mind is abuzz with bad ideas and the love that fuels me for you everyday, the love that reminds me that I'm not alone if I'm by your side.
Give me a chance, Milady, and let me sweep you off your feet and remove any past tethers that keep us apart.
Can I press closer to you and feel your warmth that lies so persistently close to your suit and know that your heartbeat beats at a steady pace for my sake?
You are the rational one and yet while I flounder and as my love for you overwhelms me, I can't help but wish that you'd give me this chance to take your breath away.
I just want to know that we can make this work, that time won't extinguish our fire, our flames, and that my love for you can be the true love that will fester and grow and never die.
Please give me a chance, Bugaboo, to treasure you more than the finest of jewels and to love you like my life depended on it, because it feels like it does; I'm pawsitive that my love for you is never ending.