Your eyes, your smile, the way you move, The way you glide through all my thoughts, Returning to thoughts of you and I ****; But I am not being ******, I am simply wanting and needing an answer, Because I think I think about you too much, Before we even mention the love stuff, Because I am very much in love, But I cannot say that yet, until we touch, But you have a grip on my soul, Iβve got nowhere else I need to go; Being stuck here with you is all that I need, So please tell me please, How do you feel about me?