I have a confession.

Perhaps a obsession.

Your eyes are a fixation.

Of mine, my friends think it’s outrageous.

Your dimples show, and you have braces.

your smile makes me delirious.

It’s strange, with you I can be serious.

Your remarkable, pretty, handsome, cute, hilarious.

When will this continuous game end?

When will you get serious?

When will you say I like you, it obvious.

Because it is obvious.

Right?