My heart was wrapped in a difficult decision.
I would have to face it with utmost precision.
A fellow slyly stole my heart.
With thoughts of love,
I was ripped apart.
If I told how I felt, it would be off my chest.
Things would change, and maybe not for the best.
I was willing to invest, ready to commit.
But if the love wasn't returned, I would die. Bit by bit.
I didn't want either of us to feel that pain.
I just couldn't help thinking, would I still feel this strain?
I wanted to be with him, believe you me.
I just couldn't decide.
Do I stay or go, love free?
I was unaccustomed to feeling like this.
A stranger in the world,
Still without a first kiss.
If I hid my true feelings, things would always stay the same.
But how could I live like that without a sense of shame?
If he thought I didn't want him, he'd lose interest for sure.
And that is something I truly couldn't endure.
So listen to my heartfelt cry.
If you love someone, don't let that die.
I worked up my courage and told him, "I love you."
And, to my delight, he said, " I love you too."
