He thinks I won’t be happy with him. What should I do? How can I convince others that this is not infatuation?Read more
Your presence, my strength without a gun,
Twinkling eyes showing me the path in the dark,
Soft hands, soothing away my problems.
I thought you knew I liked you.
I thought you knew I cared.
I thought you knew I had to talk
Of all those silly things we shared.
I wish to disinter your mysteries,
Will you let me?
I wish to discover your passions,
Will you allow me?
Sometimes I wonder how I feel about you,
Scared of these feelings because it’s still new
I catch myself thinking of the best way to share,
Hoping you’ll return my confession showing you care.