that idiot,him!

What words can't define,
Beyond these eyes of mine,
In this heart,purified,
All I want is you,being all mine.

Is it that hard to notice? Perhaps it is. And sorry,my verse was nothing like those of Wordsworth's or Shakespeare's. But I guess it speaks clearly of my intention.
And what use of me writing this, when darling, I know, you'll NEVER come across this .
All those secrecy upon others.
I tried giving up once, I succeeded, with some distractions from others.
But somehow, now...
I find myself back on the track of hunting your heart again. And again,I think I might have failed.
So, I think all I can do is basically sit down and do nothing.
Because I know, the harder I try to catch the butterfly,the farther it flies away. Maybe if I try to relax and enjoy life, it will come and rest on my shoulder :)