A Love Note

Of this love do I write,
Without a target in its sight.
So to all does it flood,
This passion burning in my blood.

Without a reason, without a cause,
Does this feeling make me pause.
Standing here, crippled with fear,
Afraid of my mistakes so near.

I wish not to scare, not to alarm,
Only do I want to charm.
I wish to speak with you, alone,
Because of this I do postpone.

Thoughts of you, I did not choose,
Because of these I want not to lose
They cause this feeling strong to grow,
This is now apparent for you to know.

Just to make this very clear,
These feelings could not just appear.
Time, It has taken, much indeed,
For this to become more a need.

I am here, if you please.
In writing this, there was no ease.
As fear is growing by the hour,
I hope for this not to sour.

I wish, at least, to be a friend.
Maybe, this is but pretend;
That a chance was ever there.
For this thought, I no longer care.