Questions

I want to ask you, but I do not know if I want to know the answer. My heart tells me to proceed, but my mind does not always concur. Between the two I am continually caught. Who am I to listen to?

How do I proceed to ask? Do you want to get to know me better? Maybe we can hang out some time? Do I use some awful pickup line?

Thousands of questions race through my head when we are apart. These thousands of questions are but merely the start. I try to shutoff my mind and look deep into my heart, but it's too busy being filled with cupid's arrows and darts.

My mind is of little help to me, too. It is constantly and relentlessly thinking of only you. Crazy and beautiful thoughts and dreams do ensue. What exactly should I do?

I try to merely trust my instincts. The ideas it comes up with are truely distinct. They tell me to write it all down in ink, so someday I can just hand it to you and wink. Perhaps you will be kind of enough to say what you think.