I love you

You're doing way better than anyone ever did You've got full control of me, no one to kid Every time I text, it turns into a lousy poem, I think between you and I it would seem say How much I like you, but it isn't, any day. I know it sound Jerry, when I say I like you, But you know very well its true, so why the cue? Why the hesitation, am I not enough? Seriously, love of my life, And all I get is "okay". I hope I'm going to get more than this But baby, the wait is just getting too long.