What She Doesn'T Know Poem by George C. Gates

I don't know if she wants me;
I would ask, but I'm scared.
I want her so bad,
Yet I've not even dared
To express my true feelings,
The ones bottled inside;
I want them to show,
But they cower and hide
On the tip of my tongue,
Though they yearn to break free.
She's all I can think about
And she's all that I see.
If I told her I loved her,
What would she say?
Would she run? Would she punch me?
Would she feel the same way?
Would she laugh in my face
At the words that I spoke?
Would she think I'm pathetic?
Would she call me a joke?
Would she want just to be friends
Because she can't seem to feel
The love I feel towards her
In my heart that is real?
And her heart I can't steal;
I'm afraid that it's so.
So I'll keep in my heart
What she doesn't know.