I can't help but to wonder,

I can't help but to care,

What do you think of me,

And why do you want me there?

You act like you want to spend more time with me,

A little something extra between you and me,

I sit here smiling as I am stuck in this wonder,

My future with you I begin to ponder,

Writing down sappy poems such as this,

I sound like such a dits.

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