Do you know what you do to me?

Your beautiful face followed only by your unfailing wit and grace make me quiver of myself in disgrace.

If you only knew how I felt you would never have any feelings with which to be dealt.

I wish you only knew…if you only knew how much I felt about you…how much I would fight through to get to you.

The wars I would wage no matter how senseless would be justified,

to see the smile on your face would do enough to be gratified.

I wish there was some way in which I could speak this unto your ears without feeling as if I would come to tears.

Someday maybe I can reveal this to you but till that day comes to be,

I will always have my feelings for you set free.