First of three

Many a times i wondered,
If I should tell my name.
I've decide not to tell you,
But to give it in a game.

It won't be easy,
It won't be tough.
Three poems I wrote,
Speaking of love.

And I wrote my name,
In poems for you.
Look between the lines,
And you'll see to.

That it wasn't hard,
to find my name.
And if it was,
Then your the blame.

Because your voice,
And pretty smile.
have been in my dreams,
More than a while.

Your the girl for whom,
I long the most.
yet I'm more scared of you,
Then I am of ghosts.

For I know that I'm,
In love with you.
And I wonder,
do you love me to.

So I dare not tell you,
face to face.
I'd like to meet you,
In a secluded place.

Were I could tell you,
And only you would hear.
That your the thing i want,
Yet still the thing I fear.

One poem gone,
still two to go.
When they are done,
Ill let you know.