I know

I know I sound crazy, I know I be loco. I write about you and to you every day it probably comes off as psycho.  Some day, on the off chance you change your mind, you will go back and read all that I wrote and rhyme.  You will know I have loved you all this time.  It will be a beautiful love story, you will be amazed by the glory.  Until then, I'll sound insane. I don't care,  I'll hold out, I'll wait out no matter the pain.  Hoping against odds and chance.  Waiting for the unlikelihood that we may dance.