Just Love You

There are some things in life
that I can't understand
like why I
plow upstream through this crowd
just to be with you,
or what makes me burst out
laughing like an absolute idiot
when you come around.
It doesn't make sense that I
pine for your hand
when someone else is grasping it,
and it is left unsaid why
I want to embrace you,
embrace you,
embrace you.
When you say, "I love you,"
grinning, in the friendly way,
and I can't even bring myself to reply
I wonder if, just maybe,
I have reserved this chunk of my heart for you
and it's dying for your countenance.
But who am I to know about these things?
It is not up to me to decide
if I'm in love with you
or if I just love you.