Knowing you is what I wished to do
And speaking to you is what I wanted
But I never knew how
And how is what I know now
Seeing you going up and down is what I liked
And looking at you fascinated me
I didn't understand you then
And me still don't understand you
Whether straight or otherwise,
Is what I didn't understand about you
Because strange is what you seem to be
Confidence is what you have when you speak
Your smile soft as a tender rose
And sweet as the honey comb
Your face beautiful as of a certain cit's queen
And your voice astonishing
You are beautiful to be true
But something I don't understand about you,
Your outfit and body appearance,
They are like that of your opposite
And never saw you with your same's
Sorry for saying these, but I wonder,
Can I ask you this question?
Are you straight or otherwise?
Can I regard you as the dream girl if mine?
Or can I just forget about it? And take you as just a friend?
Because, me and you, are now little closer,
And I have this feeling for you.
Sorry if I did hurt you!
