My confession to you,
to myself:
I've liked you ever since I saw you.
I knew that you had a
girlfriend prettier than I,
But I didn't care about that.
I didn't care about age,
I didn't care about what others thought;
I only cared about you, and you only.
And I don't know if you feel the
Same kind of feeling I have for you,
But I sure hope that you do from the way you look at me.
And, have some faith that these
Emotions are true,
And not just a fluke.
The list I could write
About what I adore about you
Is insurmountable and I could write a novel about it.
Your blonde hair, your blue eyes;
Your smile and fantastic humor,
I wish you knew how much I love it.
I wish you knew that I like you a lot
And that I want a chance to be with you;
Just one chance would make me a thousand times happier.
Even with this confession, you still won't know how
Much I feel for you;
And that makes me sad because I want you to know...
that I might be in love with you.
And I really do want you to know,
So I write this confession; my confession to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem