Papers of poems I have thrown,
all of them about you.
Picking up all your hints,
but I still have no clue,
Going on and on about my feelings,
Cause I think, all I want is you.
Hoping each day we could meet,
be it accidental or arrange.
Even if we were just to pass by on the street,
as though we were a strange.
As it would be sweet,
to even have a chance to see you.
Cause I think, all I want is to meet you.
I want to light up your day,
with smiles and giggles,
filling up your heart with young and gay.
As life would feel so simple,
if I was there with you.
Cause I think, all i want is you
As I try to dig up the courage to finally one day,
bring you out on a getaway.
