Oh, my dear, don’t you know
Why I act the way I do
Don’t you wonder
Why I ponder on the things
You say and do

Oh, my dear, why can’t you see
What you’re doing to me
Don’t you know
That all I want
Is you
Doesn’t it show
That…I love you

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This was written for this guy, who is a good friend of mine.
He just can't seem to see what I want him to see.