Why is it,
That I feel this way?
I think about you,
Each and every day.

And why is it,
That when I think you like me,
My friends tell me,
You say you hate me?

Now you say,
That YOU want ME.
And I believe it,
How could that be?

I wish I could actually talk to you,
And not blush.
Because whenever you're near me,
I get a sudden rush.

When you came over as I was dancing,
All I could do was think.
"Does he like what he sees?"
And then my cheeks turned pink.

I know I like you,
I really really do.
But I really want to know,
Are the rumours all true?

I've known you all these years,
Yet I only know little about you.
But the one thing that I want,
Is starting to come true.

I want to know you better,
And I think I already am.
Let's end this story happy,
With a little boy named Sam.

Dedicated to Donovan Place
 
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