What if I told you
that my heart beats a little faster every time you come into my view
And what if I let you know,
that as lame as it sounds you make my grey skies turn blue
What if I told you,
that I write marathons of poetry with you on my mind
And what if I let you know,
that you're the type of person I thought I'd never be able to find
Would you laugh at me if I said all of this?
Would you run away from what could possibly be?
Or would you smile in the way that makes my knees weak?
and let me know that you feel all the same things for me?