2:00 A.M.

She wondered what I wrote
in the middle of the night.
"Could it be of me?", she thought,
if she did, she's right.

How could I sleep with her in mind
without knowing her thoughts?
If only they could be of me,
maybe joy I've brought.

I've talked to her for hours.
No hints from her I see
of who she really likes,
someone else or me?

Someday if I get the nerve
I'll ask her to go out,
but for now I'm way too shy,
that's without a doubt.

I'm not very practiced.
I need hints from above.
About this little game we play,
that someone else named "LOVE."