You are taken, and I maybe have him soon..
Though there something that leaves me gobsmacked...
Leaving me to wonder what if's and hows...
Being of the future and the past...

Even while I sit in his arms,
I begin to ponder...
and not of me and him,
it is yet of me and you...

Each time I see you...
I try to keep my feelings back...
Knowing they probably irk you...
Though now things have began to slip out...

You leave me blood-red and giggly,
I still cannot fathom the feelings you give me...
And no need to remind me dear,
for yes I already know... I am a lovesick fool