It’s only been about three weeks now, but the feeling hasn’t gone away.
I wanna touch you, kiss you, and when I come near I want you to say okay.
I cant explain it in any way, shape, or form.
Being my age and loving someone that’s your age isn’t always the norm.
I know if I told any of my friends that they’d just look at me and laugh, and tell me I wasn’t thinking right.
They don’t know though, they haven’t seen the dreams, felt the feeling; seen the tears, throughout the harsh, lonely night.
I don’t know how you do it but my heart jump s every time you smile.
To have a guy like you, I’d walk around the world, every single little mile.
You’re my dream guy, dark hair, dark eyes, Italian, and funny too.
You touch me in ways I never thought were possible, ways I never knew.
I try to stay away from you so you don’t get any ideas of who I am, then your always right there.
I’d give up my whole life just for one chance to touch those lips or rub my hands through that beautiful, dark hair.
I am so attracted to you because we have so much in common, you’re so much like me.
I wish I could tell you how I feel, I really do, but my heart I won’t let you see.
Love has done me wrong so many times before and your just another one to add to the list.
There was never an attraction until the dream, we could’ve never held hands; we could’ve never kissed.
Let my dream become a reality I want to kiss you and hold your hand once more but now for real.
Here is the only place where I will be open with you about my unbelievable affection; here is where I tell you how I feel.
But it’ll never happen, you already have a significant other and you love her like I love you.
I’m sorry I’m writing these love poems and being sneaky but I don’t know what else to do.
I want you to know I love you but I can’t tell you who I am.
I knew I’d love endlessly when I fell in love whenever it was gonna be, but damn!
Why you? The one guy that I won’t ever have a chance to touch, hold, smell, kiss, only wish for.
I guess I’m gonna have to leave our life to the dreams, stay in the real world not whole though only broken and tore.
What do you have to say about all this sneaky note writing, how do you choose to act.
I’ll never know, because I’ll never tell you who I am, that’s how I choose to live, that’s my life pact.
