We agreed no romance,

We’re just business partners,

So please stop eyeing me,

And that’s just for starters!

Your hand is often on my arm,

To get your thoughts across.

A touch so tender, it is true,

And light as candyfloss.

We share many jokes together,

We make each other laugh,

But mistaking this friendship

For true love would be daft.

I’m not in love,

I’m not even close.

Platonic is good,

That’s my toast!

I’m not in love,

It isn’t true,

My heart doesn’t beat

For only you.

These thoughts in my head,

Why should it be?

I can’t say them out loud!

What’s wrong with me?

I must speak soon,

Your smile is engaging.

A dinner invitation?

I may need persuading!

Do you have an ulterior motive?

I wonder, Mr. Jones?

That look in your eye is telling me

You’d rather jump my bones!

I’m not in love,

Have I said that before?

Ok, I am fond,

And maybe more,

For I can feel something

Starting to grow.

I wonder if perhaps

I’m letting it show?

In just a moment or two,

I shall say no,

But for some reason

My words won’t flow.

  You catch my eye and wink at me,

  I think that’s most unfair.

  I don’t know why it should be,

  But I’m beginning to care.

  These feelings all crept up on me

  While I was unaware.

  It hadn’t occurred to me before

  What we could find to share.

  I’m not in love,

  Well, maybe a bit,

  My heart is softening,

  I must admit.

  Dinner tonight?

  Should I or not?

  Yes, I think I might,

  I’d like that a lot.

  Onto a club later?

  Do I like that idea?

  Dance and romance

  On wine and beer.

  Am I in love?

  I’m just not sure!

  But what else are

  These butterflies for?

  Ask me tomorrow,

  I’ll give you my answer,

  I may be in love,

  But hey, I’m no dancer!