Your voice is like music,
to my ears;
your smile is like a kiss,
I'm red to my ears;
I'm afraid to talk to you,
I don't know why;
you probably don't want to talk to me,
I understand why;
I only liked you at first,
then we were friends;
but can loving you make me cursed?
are we still friends?
What should I say?
that is why I wrote this poem;
I think about you all day,
would you ever read this poem?
I don't think you like me,
it is someone else;
I know it is he,
or somebody else;
I'm afraid to show it,
I will embarrass myself;
I'll probably just blow it,
nobody understands me, not even myself;
I wish I could say,
what it is about you;
I wish I could tell you,
that I love you.