I am afraid to let you see the love inside.

I'm askeered to let you peek inside my heart.
I'm askeered you'll leave it falling apart.

I long for you to stop me when I go away.
I long for you to, finally, ask me to stay.

I wish I could take you with me on trips.
I wish I could always kiss your soft lips.

I worry of never holding your hand.
I worry of never being called your man.

I fear that you don't feel the way I do.
I fear that I will end up hating you.