I wish you could read my mind
then I wouldn't have to tell you
you would know
how I feel about you.
I don't know how to tell you,
but maybe I can show you.
I remember the first time I saw you,
you were wearing a white shirt.
That was a mistake,
because I bumped into you at a coffee shop,
you hate cinnamon.
I spilled it all over you.
Ruining your white shirt.
I thought you would be angry
but you bought me another.
I apologized,
you said I could make it up to you,
with dinner.
I said yes, obviously.
You didn't wear a white shirt,
I was happy about that.
For two years we were happy,
until you wore a white shirt.
I spilled wine on your white shirt,
I apologized,
you said I could make it up to you.
You got down on one knee.
So here we are now,
you in a white shirt,
me in a white dress.
Trying to tell you how much I love you.
You're here smiling,
in your white shirt.
