Why do you continuously push me,
Hoping for a reason to justify your actions.
My hearts too delicate, too tame,
Did you expect a different reaction.
Nothing but a girl longing for a boy,
To treat her like a rose.
The heart's a fool the mind not connected,
My eyes say too much, I will them to close.
So the girl who wants to be a flower,
Wants a boy to be her sun.
His arms are the rays enveloping her,
Her heart, and her mine finally as one.