This is the way it used to be...
before you came and met me,
i used to be so wild and free,
now im just so up tight,
wondering if i said things right,
feeling so frustrated i start to fight,
and thinking of you all night.

why do feeling exist, i ask people,
i dont have the kind with the church steeple,
just the kind that changes your life,
that makes my thoughts about you rife.

im just sad that we met so late,
but at least we met so its fate,
i liked you from the beginning,
and now i cant stop grinning,
i didnt belive that this could happen now,
and so i all i said was gee-wize, wow.

and so i must say adieu,
to end this poem because i have no clue,
of what will happen with me and you.