My eyes search for you in every crowd.
I strain my ears to hear you speak.
Why is my heart beating so loud?
Why do my knees get so weak?
You say you don't want to be mine.
But something in me wants to know,
if maybe in another time,
perhaps when it starts to snow,
we could admit  each other
that we love one another
deeply and madly.
Because I'm sure that I would gladly
yell those words in your face.
Of course in a polite manner
and with a good amount of grace.