Perhaps

Perhaps this may be difficult,

Possibly you won't understand,

Purposely looking at you doesn't mean I'm a stalker,

Positively, it's only because I want to hold your hand.

Perhaps you'll take this the wrong way,

Purse in hand, you'll go away.

Panting, I'll run after you,

Postively, I run slower than you.

Passionately, I'll get down on my knees, and look up to the sky,

Pondering why we had to say goodbye.

Patiently, now, I wait for you.

Patience, I hope, is my greatest virtue.

The End

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