Confession

I have a little confession, and I won't stretch the truth,
Do not think I am crazy, just because I am still in my youth.
Don't find me trying to age too fast, or simply too young to understand,
For this is my confession, and the truth will withstand.

I think I am in love, donâ??t go off thinking like that,
I realize I'm only 15, but this love is not fiction, it's fact.
How would you describe love, as something endless?
Someone you dream about, who relieves your stress?

When late at night, as you hold onto your stuffed animal tight,
With the desire for it to change into him, and hold you all night.
Where you lay your head on it's little stuffed chest as you feel-
The heart beat of the one you love, as your own heart begins to unpeel.

When all night long you dream of him, seeing his face,
With him holding onto your hand tightly, having such grace.
Dream of his lips, finally touching upon your skin,
Just a little sign of affection, yet no need to sin.

When just a simple hug from him sends shivers up your spine,
Craving for the ability to say to him "your mine".
With just a little talking, can send you into bliss,
With only talking, no need to hug or kiss.

If this is love, then I must admit I feel,
All of this is true he makes me feel real.
Do you still think I'm too young, and out of my league,
For my heart's so hungry for him, that I am fatigued.

~*Who Cares?*~