Spending hours, tongue in cheek.
Wishing that I weren’t so meek.
My awkwardness makes me shy,
But the shyness makes me awkward.
I never thought I’d meet you,
Just spend my life searching far and wide.
Yet here you are beside me,
In this crowded single bed.
You treat me like no other,
Tell me story’s, tell me tales.
Show me what’s been missing,
What I’ve been hiding from.
You speak a phrase in German,
Then kiss me in the cheek.
Perhaps it’s this time in favour,
To be so shy and meek