If ever I'd never sleep for days, and just waste all the nights, mornings and everything in between thinking about you, would you stay up in your bed and think of me too?
If I cut my nails and learn guitar, and sing you the songs you love, would you listen to my heart?
If I write you more poetries like this, would you came running and ask me for a kiss?
If I'd count the stars in a starry night, would they let me rewrite what's ours?
And If I'd tell you that I still love you, would you tell me the same thing too?