You.

You, with your dark, dark hair, near that of a ravens You, with your eyes as blue as the sky, You, who always makes me laugh and smile I want to tell you everything And I want to know everything about you I want to know you better than I know myself But how do I tell you that? I love you, but not in that way Not yet, at least, I want to, and I know I will, and I can feel it starting Like an ember starting to spark the logs of a fire that will burn bright than any other But it's too soon to love you in that way How do I tell you how much I love you Without saying I love you