Dear ...

Dear David...
You're neat and sweet and cooler than ice.
Did ya know that I'm made of sugar and spice?
I sit left to you in history
and wanna know why you're a mystery
You're quieter than most of the guys I know
but smart people see you have more to show
"Sort of stoic", I tell my friends, that you are,
"Smells good, blue-eyed, Skipstone's XC star
Also, of course, as it is must,
he's intelligent and can be robust"

Naive? Maybe... kinda possibly so.
I've tried to impress you, but I just don't know.
Now I hate to say these very next two
but I might as well; Am I pretty to you?
I would like to think so, cus I actually try
And sometimes I have to ask God
"How come I bother? Why, why, why?"
The other thing is, what ever time I've with you,
My days go perfectly swell, yes, 'tis true...

Wish I was singin' this ditty with some acoustic guitar
But this is going just fine and right so far

But the point of all this, and don't tell your bro
(he'll rub it in my face if he ever got to know)
It's not just cus I think that you're hot
but I now have to admit that I like you, a lot
I don't have the guts to tell ya like so.
Although it'd be sad, 'tis quite alright
that you won't know.

Love,
Me (signature) ...

PS. This is thrice as long than it was intended to be,
But its whatever; it' wasn't meant for you to see.
But if you do see this, Get out of my stuff!
You better not let me know that you've seen more than enough.