As I Say

When you look me in the eye
There's something there I barely see.
Maybe it's the smile
And the laughs
That never show up in photographs.

And then you look away, but why?
I wonder what, what could it be?
Maybe you're just shy…
And your feelings, you repress.
Your love you might never confess.

I am so scared of what
You'll think of me when this is done.
But not so afraid:
I'd rather face rejection
Than my failure's reflection.

I hope you don't agree with me, but
And this "but" is a massive one,
Try not to laugh…
Because here comes the cheesy line:
Please will you be my valentine?