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.