I think I love you.

I think I love you.

Cause each song on the radio

Sounds like your name.

When the engine of my mind idles,

Thoughts of you casually stroll in.


I’m pretty sure I love you.

Shivering when you’re around,

Even in the heat of California winter.

I’m looking at you looking at me;

and can’t I stop grinning.


I’m afraid to love you.

Afraid that you don’t share the same affection.

Might have I deluded myself

with a sentimental parody?

How can I in youth know love’s true face?


Today I find our love anew

As so with each tomorrow.

This poem is unfinished still

So if there be an end,

This poem is about: 
My family



I think we've all felt this way, good job.

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