On a day like today, when the clock is striking the eleventh chime of Eleven, I want to run to you, and confess, by shouting at the top of my voice, without Waking up the neighbors, as to how I feel about you, and how much I think about you.

The feeling I have for you, cuts like a knife, throwing me into the fire of your desire, turning me inside out. At times I get reckless, fighting against my passion for you. I know, we can’t stop this thing we started, but who wants to…

I wish I could be there with you, for, all I want is you. I don’t mind being your Room Service, if intimacy with you is what I get for tips.

We’ve had lovely times together, with highs and lows. I have no second thoughts when I say, it’s been So far, So good….
Now, I’m not scared to ask you, if it is love?
And if, You want it, You got it 🙂

Don’t you already worry if my love towards you would mellow down.
I will be the same, and only will get better until the Summer of ’69 (2069). For,it’s not just a statement when I say, I’m 18 Till I die. It is true deep down to the core, when it comes to the love I have for you.

Here I am, offering the Best of me, to you, A flower grown wild.

Lastly,please forgive me, for the few bitter moments between us, as you know it, Everything I do, I do it for you.

PS:I initially felt this post did not require any words: Just the collage would imply it’s essence. But, then I thought, I could express in this post how big an admirer I am of Bryan Adams, for his sublime music, mushy and ingenious lyrics, sensational vocals and a humble persona.
So, all the phrases in Courier font are Bryan Adams’ Studio album titles, released till date, (except Anthology, which is a collection), and all the italicized words are few of his numerous famous song titles 🙂