I hate it when you're sick
And I hate it when you're sad.

I want to be there with you,
To remind you that you're rad.

I'd make you tea and pizza
And I'd tell you cheesy jokes.

Cuz you're better than the best
And cuter than those other folks.

Is that I love you.

I love your smile, and my smile when I'm with you.
I love your laugh, and your voice, and I love when we touch.

I love how when I see you, my heart beats a little faster,
And my stomach still starts to flutter.

I love how we can be together, and sit in silence,
And it's still better than being with anyone else.

I love how I love you.

And I don't know if it means that I'm in love,
Because I have yet to understand that meaning.

But I love you.
And that has to mean something.

Your laugh.
Your scent.
Your mouth.
Your voice.
Wonderful.

When the moon comes out, my mind wanders about.
I sit and think, I grab some ink.
There you are, but you're yet so far.
You fill my mind, oh, what a find.
There is a peach, but it's way out of reach.
I feel like a loon, please come back soon.