A feeling so tough to describe,
but so often conveyed,
casually.
"Don't overthink it.
Everything will work out. Eventually."
For now, I'll
give all of myself,
honestly.
Imagine,
just imagine!
Knocked off my feet...
Love. It's like brain-freeze.
Minutes wasting away,
nothing but you
on my mind. All day.
Possibilities,
questions,
racing through my mind.
Scenarios,
that make me, emotionally high.
Unwavering pursuit,
vehemently pursued.
Written love-letters, always ending
XOXO,
Yours faithfully,
Zico.
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