Sometimes,
I think to myself,
that it's too good to be true.
Then I find myself wondering,
how I could be with somebody like you.
Only one date in,
it felt like a sin.
Because you're too pretty,
to be with a guy like me.
I guess it's really just,
my self esteem.

But I got to say
(I would probably every day)
You're just so ****** beautiful.

How to say it tho?
Of that I don't know,
how to show,
my thoughts when they're truly that sincere.

I mean, it's only been one month.
We really don't see each other much.
But you're really happy?
With me?

I'd show you this.
But then I might miss.
The chance for another date.
It's just,
I really appreciate,
the way that you're so thoughtful.
You listen and you're kind.
You never even say it if my poems are awful!

What is it I like so much?
You're,
well,
you're just as you as can be.
And nobody else.
And that's why you're so special.