I lie cold in my bed.
I think of you, sleeping, curled up with your beautiful hair
And I feel something I haven’t felt for a while:
My feelings for you must be true.
I think of how I will ask you and what I could take to you.
The sun rises, and I get up, still love struck.
I’m already on the bus when I see your dad’s big black truck.
You get out, and he drives away.
I still haven’t thought of how to ask you.
Then, you get on, smiley and cheerful.
You sit next to me, and I smile.
You ask why I look so happy.
I tell you I love you and would do anything to prove it.
And you say,
“Then, kiss me.”