There is this boy I like
But I do not like him for the right reasons
I like him because of kiss that was left on my forehead
I like him because of the way I feel when his arms are  around me
I like him because he makes me smile
But after all of that.
I know absolutely nothing about this boy.
I do not know his hopes
I do not know his dreams
I know nothing about him, it seems.
So I'll keep my mouth shut
Try to keep the butterflies from fluttering
And hope I'll make it through another day