Field Of Love

I wanted to pluck your heart

From the field of love

A selfish desire

Based on a loving thought

Your heart I wanted to harvest 

Right out of Cupid's garden

But I didn't continue

Thought of an issue

Figured I'm not good enough

To be in love with someone

I'd be a storm and a blizzard

Instead of being your sun

So your heart in my hands

Would've withered

Just like plucking a flower

And putting it on display

Your heart would decay

So for your protection

I will watch it blossom

From my field far away

I won't be there every day

But you won't be forgotten

I know I'll visit often

Just trust me when I say

I'm not good enough to stay