You like me,
I like you,
But there seems to be,
A reason to not take our cue.

Why, you ask.
The answer is simple.
A man in a mask,
With a single dimple.

He is our block.
He is our hurdle.
Once over his shock,
We'll get to cuddle.

However I know,
You are a true friend.
I know you can't show,
I have to mend.