I never thought about doing something to please others. I love myself so damn much until I don't really care whether I please someone or not.
But you are different.
The first time I saw the real you, I was enthralled. You seemed like a far fetched dream... but I know you're real. Because there's no dream can make me laugh, make me smile, make me cry, like you do.
You have no wings, but a pair will look good on you. You are ethereal, like a fragment of my imaginations. But I know you're real. You must be real, because if you're not, then my feeling is a dream as well.
I might not in love with you, but I do love you. As cheesy as it sounds, I do. There is nothing I won't do to keep you happy, there is nothing I won't do to make you smile.
It is surreal, it does feel like a dream.
But no matter what, you're real. And so is this love.