What is it like?
To be shy?
Or not to be bright.

I am not sure
I am never certain
Of what words to say

So, I'll ask you
If you love my breathless whisper
Without those stupendous words

I am certain of a few things
Not me or you
Only that I.
"Need you."

How would you like me
To hold you in my arms
I am sure, I'd be complete

Yet, they say two and two
Make five when you are bad at math
Or if you are in love with someone else