I do believe I like him quite much
(love, dare I say, but not to his ear)
I’d say it aloud, as I feel his touch
but I don’t, silent out of fear.

I’m a terrible person, the kind I spoke ill of;
The one sin I vowed I would never commit,
so tempting it is to try to cheat love
but I’ll never do it, unable to live with it.

(Is it a sin to want to be loved?
to want to be desired, the object of one’s affection?
Is it so wrong that I don’t want to be shoved
aside by one when I’ve got another’s attention?)