Does your heart skip a beat when you see i've messaged you?

Do you drum your fingers in nervous anticipation, wondering when you will next see me?

Do you wonder what we could be, if we just tried?

Do you find yourself grinning, thinking about when you met me, what we've said to one another, what we might yet say to one another?

Do you think about me, boy?

You make me wonder.
You make me nervous, too.
But boy, you make me smile- a happy sort of smile.
You make me dream.