The things I feel
for you
are not what you
would think
Don’t get me wrong
I love you, I do
Like the bees
love their honey.
But not in the way
that you would think.
I wish to be near you
all the time
to touch you
to hold you
But not in the way
that you would think.
How I enjoy the stories
that you tell
and the sound of your voice
and the way you laugh,
and the way you make me laugh
I wish for you to look at me
with those big brown eyes
and feel what I feel
and know that
it’s not the way
that I would think
Because everything
to do with you and me
Is not in the way
that you would think.