Expectations

And because every man is made of crystal;

And every woman is made of steel

Where you try to find white

But you end up submerged in black

Where you try to encounter roses

But end up finding only weeds

Where you try to drink from a pond of fresh water

But you taste all its saltiness

When you expect to open your eyes to a clear sky

But its only ashy Heaven

Where you expect to find harmony

But everything is harmonious chaos

Where you expect to find life

But it's only a barren land

Where you expect the sun to warm you up

But all you can feel is demonic frostbite

Expect this:

I'll be there

I'll be smallest butterfly

Flying in the middle of the storm

I'll be the weakest keystone of the Everest

I'll be the breeze that feeds your lungs

You'll be my life and I'll be yours

I'll be every possible cliche, just for you

However, I will always be the man that truly loves you...

DA 2015