I write you poems.
I sent you cards.
Accept the obvious.
It's you I love.

I call you constantly.
I stay up late talking to you.
Accept the obvious.
It's you I love.

You mainly can tell when love hits you.
By the things you say.
And the action you'll do.

I avoid my friends to be with you.
Some I have known.
Even before I met you.
Accept the obvious.
It's you I love.

For, when love comes over the pointed suspect.
It easy to locate the hunter creating the conflict.
By their will to commit.

So, I accept the obvious.
I'm in love.