I was going to pour my heart out.
I did write a stanza or two
Then after a while
I realized
I might not be in love with you.
I might not even like you.
I like the idea of you.
I've known you for exactly a year today.
But I doubt that I do.
We talked
We laughed
But do you even know me?
I've removed my rose-glasses
I'll try really looking at you
I just hope it's worth the
view
