let me show you...

Look, I’m not usually one to show off, but I’ve got options here, and they all end with you. I could write a whole novel about your eyes, or maybe just a poem if you’re short on time, tracing the way you laugh when you're nervous and turning it into a chapter we both know by heart. Or I could draw you. Just catch the light on your shoulder and the exact way your hair falls, so you can see what I see every time you walk in. But honestly? I’d rather just sing to you. No microphone, no stage, just my voice trying to say what I'm too stubborn to admit out loud. So, what's it gonna be? Because I’m ready when you are.