To be

To be oh so much in love
Is really quite a rush
Knowing or not whether you think it's a crush
My heart races that it misses beats oh so much
Each time I think of your touch
I have to find something to use as a crutch
To hold me up and lift my soul
Sitting painfully just hoping
You will reply with a sort of any kind of wry comment
For me too laugh and lament
Hoping you will say what is meant
But truly you will sit quiet
Think he only wants to cause a riot
In my heart and my soul
You may one day understand
How it feels to hold you in my hands
To kiss you soft sweetness
Hoping just to caress
You soft sweet breasts