Five a.m.

It's 4am and I'm curious if you are curious too.
I can only wonder if you wonder what I think of you.
I didn't know your expectations, I wasn't even sure of mine
tho so far as I can tell things turned out just fine.
But what do I know?

I found you to be quite funny, with the silly voices you made.
One who keeps a humorous wit capable of cutting like a blade.
Poking fun at this and that, you entertained me I confess.
Yet such exercise of self control, never resorting to excess.
But then what do I know?

Captivating eyes, facial expressions I did adore,
I hope someday soon you will grace me with more.
Just about wise enough considering your tender age.
Decked out with fashion sense which is all the rage.
But then what the heck do I know?

A figure to die for, legs that are extremely sexy.
If you ever have the desire, feel free to cuddle up with me.
With arms holding you tight, into those eyes I would gaze,
your affections I would return, your spirits I would raise.
But then what the heck do I think I know?

So do I hope to be a friend to you, you a friend to me.
Something more would be better, something less I don't want to be.
So here am I expressing my thoughts with my bad poetry.
It's 5am and I'm curious, what the hell did she think of me . . .
But then, I ponder, what the heck do I think I know?