SO I THINK I LIKE HER

[When common friends begin to fall for each other, it's what I call "Emotional ballroom dancing". We all play it. I just happened to be the platform for 'their' dance.]

HIM:

I wish I had it all figured out,

I wish I could say that this is the final product

 and thus it is ready to roll out.

But I can’t!

 and right now,

 I realise that that is NO reason not to say it...

I like her.

HER:

I wonder if he has figured out,

That I wonder if he wonders I do,

But if I work real hard I’ll keep it under wraps,

And will neither give myself up,

Nor deposit a clue,

But God knows my heart knows,

I like him.

HIM:

Falling in love is easy,

Attractive eyes,

beautiful smile

and sweet voice.

Staying in love is the hard bit,

Fights,

 misunderstanding,

compromise and preferences.

But, irrespective of the instances...

 I like her.

HER:

Agony is debating,

There’s no pleasure in waiting,

And what if he’s a bastard in the end?

With no assurance,

And no guarantee,

But risking

My whole heart in

For no other reason,

than that I like him.

HIM:

Well she doesn’t know yet,

So no need to tell her,

We’ll call it our little secret.

From heart to pen to paper,
[whispering...]

I really do like her...

HER:

Well he doesn’t know yet,

So no need to expect him,

I’ll store my feelings at the back,

In a bottle and cork the rim,
[whispering...]

I’ll wait for him.