In the end of it all... I still chose you. Writing stories in encore, under the evening blue. Though backs are turned, though friendships are through. The heroine of my world, She..... She never had a clue. That I chose her..... over the glimmer and gold. The brighter days, the fortunes I am foretold. Her star like eyes, her hands that I want to hold. Darling let’s lock our fingers, and make stories that’s never been told. Only if you turn around, and see me waiting all this time. Leaving a trace of words, intentions hidden in rhyme. Only if you love me still, and say you’ll always be mine. Then this word called “Loveâ€, together let’s try to define. Cause in the end of it all, I will still choose you. Again by the endless night sky, below the beautiful evening blue. Writing poetries in encore, a habit that I will never get through. Darling as long as I live, as long as this heart is beating for you....