It is about Time

I am a person with little inspiration,
Who has a little knowledge about this creation?
Whenever I think about you and my love,
I dream of flying alone across the sky above.
Is life so consecrated and sacred,
Is life so impenetrable and hard,
Why couldn’t it be a life of contentedness?
Where just you and me and the wonderful,
The captivating world around us.
I had one intention since I saw you
The very first time,
My life would be precious and filled with hue,
If you admire my existence thoughts about you.