That slight little feeling

As you look at me, I start to shake.
These feeling I can't help but make, are all that I am feeling.

You give a wave, and say a greeting, knowing this isn't our first time meeting.
We went to school, and even met our parents.

From the way you look at me, it feels apparent, that you feel the way I do. Do men get all lovey dovey? Or feel like they get too chuby?

Do they sometimes get depressed, and don't feel like getting dressed? If they do, are they less of a man? Less than what I am?

What makes them less of a man? Less than what I am? Is it the judgement of tradition, or possibly the religion? Is it their lovers point of view? The fear of something new?

But the way you look at me, it's clear that you can see, that I feel a sort of emotion towards you. Thats convinced me through and through, that you feel the same, you do.

I hope this isn't a game, that's playing with my brain. If so, I can deal with it, as long as it's not permanent, on my heart that is.

We've known for quite a while now, how each other feels. And I want to hear from you right now, the extents of your ordeals.

Have you loved anyone else before? If so, what did you love them for? For how long did this fake love last? When you finally put them in your past, and let them melt away.

This may be my first real crush, but I'm in no hurry nor a rush, to get where I am going. I may not be experienced, or know about it all, but I promise I'll try to catch you, each time you fall.

You can cry on my shoulder, even if you are just a man. Sometimes someone needs a encouraging, helping hand. I'll help you on your feet, my dear, and love you for all time. Since the first time we got to meet, right here, I knew that you were mine.


Dies ist zu Frank, ich werde dich immer lieben und immer. Liebe, Schicksal.