How?

How could I ever tell you,
The way I feel inside?
When things would be so much easier,
To run away and hide?

To say to you, “You’re special.”
But more than friends could be,
And even if I told you,
Would you stay and listen to me?

For those like you are few and far between,
So what am I to do?
But to put this pen to paper,
And tell you that I care for you.

In many words I’m trying,
To say to only you,
“Would you be willing to go out with me?”
An answer I await from you.