Love is only a feeling

I write about this in hopes you'll feel it

Because I know you’ll never read it

But I just have to ask

What are we?

…

if I dared to ask you

would I have to sit here

meticulously putting words together

to tell you how I feel?

…

If there was a way

to attract you without scaring you

I’m sure I would try.

But I’m scared too;

You’re supposed to be thinking of me too.

How do I catch a butterfly without tearing its wings?

…

There is more mystery in you than I may have bargained for,

But decoding you has been such a pleasure.

I find something new in you every day,

but perhaps that's my delusion.

I listen to the artists you show me

and hope to find secret messages in their songs

about your love for me.

I find your world so fascinating

but I fear you won't find me as interesting.

Maybe it's for the best

that I never know how you feel

I can survive in limbo

but I could never survive knowing this was all in my head.