He's not the best sight to see

He's not exactly the 'perfect man'

But he still brings joy to me

Just thinking about the feeling of his hand

Maybe I'm rushing things

Putting out my heart too soon

Maybe, maybe not

Yet the confusion gives me the blues

His fluffy brown hair and cheerful smile

Makes the daily hell I endure somewhat worthwhile

But doubt, like a cloud, surrounds me

The pressure is heavy and it astounds me

Maybe he is the one

His shovel is ready for the task

Can anyone fill the abyss in my heart

Can anyone make me glad

He can, I think

I know and I hope that it is

Yet I feel as though it is too soon

But I don't want to be too late and know that it is