I am flattered that you like me. I feel the attraction towards you. I'd like to hold your hand. Kiss your caramel lips. Hold you tight on a starry night. And put my hand through your hair. But living in this era and within this generation I know attraction doesn't last. About this you must be aware too... so now before time's up, come on! Make me fall in love with you.
The thing about this poem is that I'd actually never say it to the guy. Specifically I'd never say the last four lines. Nope. I don't want to fall in love. Idk why