I think i'm in love
but can't say for certain.
I am all fun and merry when around her.
Even the planned speech my calculative mind prepares leaves my memory the moment I hear her voice.
At that point, I am left with nothing;
but an improvised welcome.
Sometimes I fear she sees me a simpleton because of the childish approach I often portray.
I am sad she doesn't know the macho part of me
but I don't wish to sacrifice this sheer version.
I think i've seen to many troubled scenes
and being with her wipes my slate clean.
Now I know i'm in love,
and can say for certain.