i love him so,
much that when i try to speak
no words come to me,
yet my heart feels as tho it cud yell it out to him,
every time i see him,
i feel myself blush,
and my hands shake,
but then i think
he loves me,
so then my courage comes to me,
and i look right at him,
and take my hands each one upon his face
and hold him sitll
til, i draw near,
and lean in close,
pressing myself closer to him,
and tilting my head, as i lean
in, give him a kiss worth a tousands words,
one that would leave him breatheless,
and his lips red, from kissing so hard.
mm.. his lips are like sugar to me,
as honey is to a bee