But sometimes you are my only thought,

I'm too afraid to speak to you in person,

So I make scenarios in my head,

where my confidence peaks,

And I speak to you,

But instead,

 I'm weak.

I don't know what you see in me,

But I appreciate it nonetheless,

You're corny, cheesy, and make me smile and laugh,

When you laugh, too,

It makes my heart burst,

and it clenches and hurts,

In a good way, of course.

I don't know what will happen tomorrow,

or the day after that,

But I know you'll be there to support my back, 

Same to you, of course,

I'll stick with you for better or for worse,

like some old-timey curse,

until you get sick of me,

I'll be with thee.

I don't know if you care to see,

How much you mean to me, 

But I'll tell you (almost) every day,

until it's drilled into your head,

'til my very last day.

         4/24/25