Infatuation

I wondered how it would feel...

     if ever you'd kiss me on my lips

     if ever you'd hold my hand

     if ever you'd take me to a dance

     if ever you'd lie beside me on the sand.

I wondered how it would feel...

     whenever you'd ask me to touch you

     whenever you'd ask me to kiss you

     whenever you'd ask me if I love you

     and I wouldn't know what I should do.

Although, I know how it feels...

     to stay right beside you

     as you tell me the things you want in life

     I know how it feels to hear those words, that I doubt if it's true

     and cuts me inside... just like a knife

I should know how it feels...

    when you tell me that you love me

    and no one else, but just me alone

    and you say those words, not as someone who's drunk

    but as someone who's afraid to let me go

I wish to know how it feels...

    when you tell me that you need me

    as someone that you love

    and hearing those words straight from you

    would mean so much to me, then it'll be enough