He doesn't know how hard it is

To find the words to say.

He doesn't know how much

I think of him throughout the day

He doesn't know the yearning that

I feel for just his touch.

Or how I bore my friends because

I speak of him so much.

He doesn't know my heart skips

When I'm tucked beneath his arm

Or lengths that I would go to

To protect his heart from harm.

I wonder does he see desire

Blatant in my stare ?

Or know I touch him tenderly

To show how much I care ?

Does he know his confidence

Inspires me my own ?

To hold his hand within mine

Is a sense of coming home?

Does he know its scary

And I tend to overthink

Our every interaction

'Cause my heart is on a brink ?

Does he know I'm patient

And I think he's worth the wait

In humble expectation

'Cause I know that we'll be great ?

I hope he knows.