No “US”

Well maybe I’m just over reacting,

Thinking that we will have something,

Something like you plus me,

Yeah I know, it’s kinda silly.

The things you had taught to me,

Moments with you beside the sea,

Making this poem, I think of you,

And rhyming words too.

I've known you for a long time,

Times with you were like in cloud nine,

Remembering that, would make me fine,

Even if thinking of it was a crime.

I’m not asking for more,

Begging for your love is what for?

If you wouldn't simply fall

It will be a big trouble.

It=Love=You

When I think of it,

The “it” becomes “you”;

“It” that must be “love”,

“Love” is now “you”.

I don’t know you well,

But you make me weak;

The way you move

makes the world stop;

My heart skips a beat.

Now will I be picked?

If you will select “love”

Will “I” be “it”

If “it” is “love”?

Yes, I doubt,

‘Cause the “I” is ordinary;

Nothing special to you,

No matter what “I” do.

But “I” thinks that,

“Love” is “you”

Not quite sure if,

“I” love “You”