Going to see you,
with anxiety in my stomach,
worrying will you welcome me?
And wondering what will you say when I ask you for more than the time of day,
who knows,
but when I ask you out for a coffee,
and with trepidation and my nerves on edge,
how my heart it will flutter and leap as I look at your beautiful eyes,
and at all of you as if a beautiful flower,
for you do so inspire my heart and my mind,
and on tenterhooks I wait anxiously to see what you will say,
and as you look at me,
the beauty that I admire from so far, from so far away,
but will you reject me?
Now, I cannot say,
but at least it is a sunny day,
and there despite the anxiety,
there is happinness in my heart,
but will my heart be torn apart shortly after getting to know you,
will I be heartbroken in a week or two,
because how quickly I fall,
yes, how quickly I fall in love,
though I shouldn’t do,
but after you have fluttered your eyelashes at me and smiled in your cute way,
your cute way that I have admired from so far away,
I will ask the question,
a simple question,
fancy a coffee or two today?
Oh, how easily feelings creep into your heart and your mind without you having a say,
and how anxiety can ruin the moment,
but here I go, chancing my luck,
chancing my luck for love again,
but what will be will be,
and fate with the heart,
far too often how tempestuostly it does play,
but fate is fate and yes, I’ll roll the dice again,
and I can only cross my fingers,
and see what you say,
but I will always play the fool for love,
and love, it mostly fools me no matter what I say.