I love you

That defines your beauty

Real love is

 

Cast clouds

Your shine shines through

This is all I feel: you

 

As if you're reachable

I would hug you

With that gun in your hand

 

And tell you loud enough for you to hear:

"I never meant to feel this way

And love

 

Why are you finding fun in

Shooting deer and pheasants

While you could be freely spending your time with me?"