I think I love you.

Cause each song on the radio

Sounds like your name.

When the engine of my mind idles,

Thoughts of you casually stroll in.

I’m pretty sure I love you.

Shivering when you’re around,

Even in the heat of California winter.

I’m looking at you looking at me;

and can’t I stop grinning.

I’m afraid to love you.

Afraid that you don’t share the same affection.

Might have I deluded myself

with a sentimental parody?

How can I in youth know love’s true face?

Today I find our love anew

As so with each tomorrow.

This poem is unfinished still

So if there be an end,