I wonder sometimes just how much it matters
That I want so much just to be with her,
That my heart leaps and vaguely pitter-patters
When she is talking, or that I prefer
To talk with her, no matter day or night,
Above all others, if it can be done.
I wonder sometimes, when I think it might
Not matter much. Because I have begun
This way, I wonder if it could be taken for
A baseline, and for granted. Could it be
That had I been more coy and waited more,
She would note my availability?
I do not think so, and I also know
There is no other way that I could go.
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