I could tell you what I am about to write, but I doubt you would believe me because I’m often playful,

I fear then my effort there would be wasteful,

So I’m turning to the pen to enter into your heart and say what my mouth cannot,

Convey or express to you in a way that turns your eyes to me as you ought,

I know full well when I asked you out, you turned me down with grace,

For reasons I don’t know or understand except that you had to hold your place,

I’m asking you again to try me out, and see what WE can bring,

You lose nothing but time at best and stand to gain everything,

Don’t flip out on me now, I just want to hold your hand,

And maybe, just maybe, we can connect and understand,

I’m asking you because I make you smile, and because in me you will find joy,

I’m asking you because I’m the better man and not a little boy,

I’m asking you because you are the woman, whose sweet smell catches my attention,

The same woman with an intellect that often leaves me in awe, suspension,

The same woman who is a kid at heart, and has joy within,

A trait I saw in you since we first met in the begin,

And your pretty braids, and pretty brown eyes and caramel skin aren’t lost on me no,

I like them all the same; they are a part of your grace, touch, and flow,

So now I come to a close with the hope that you will be mine,