The truth of the matter is

I think you're cute

The truth of the matter is

I've always thought you're hot as hell

The truth of the matter is

These words will never pass my lips

Which I bite in frustration

Wishing I could say it

Maybe it's false hope

That drives me forward

As I work my way towards a confession

Or would it be a transgression?

Am I going to far

Straying from the way things are?

It's hard to tell

But you read my mind

You know what I want to say

You do not rush me

So I will say

Thank you

You know

But you do not assume

You think

But you dare not speak it

Afraid to startle me

But I want to tell you

I want you to say it

To confirm that you know it

I want you to tell me

What it is you see in me

I want you to tell me

What it is you want from me

I've stated my feelings before

Only to claim it was too soon

Is it still too soon?

Or is there no time better than now?

Should I wait to confess

Or should I scream it from the roofs?

It's hard to tell what to do

But if I know one thing

I know this:

I think I'm in love with you

And the truth of the matter is that.