I wish you made me act foolishly.
That you'd look my way and I'd stammer and sway
I'd turn red as a beet or stare at my feet
Some reaction endearing but indiscreet
just something to give me away.

Yet, leave it to me to be far from obvious.
I don't giggle or gawk, or slip when I talk  
at no floor I stare, I don't twirl my hair
the truth, I fear, I'll never share
for my feelings I tightly lock.  

Frankly, this dichotomy is tortuous.
Inside I'm bubbles full to burst, lovesick poems poorly versed
Yet outside I'm a casual grin, aptly concealing all within
Please, happy heart betray stoic skin
because secret crushes are the worst.

But if I were to open up and the butterflies had their way
I'd look you right in the eyes and these words I'd say:

You're one of my favourite people
and I enjoy your company.
You make my smile genuine
and you let me just be me.

And if I had the courage of 100 men...or women (let's be fair)
I'd move a little closer and these truths I'd lay bare:

I like your mind next to mine.
and our friendship I adore
but I want our hands intertwined
and for us to be something more.

And then at that point, I'd be remiss
if I didn't end with a kiss.

Yet, as of right now, I'm not so bold
so these feelings, well, they go untold.
But someday the truth you'll see
even without me acting foolishly.