Does he know?

I wonder does he know that secretly I got this love jones?
It's a feeling that settles within me sending shock waves through my bones.
He has a beautiful mind so his words always take me in a zone.
He shares his anguish and I wish I could destroy his pain or partake it as my own.

Yeah, it's just that deep
But I wonder does he know?

I wonder does he know that I long to one day feel his lips?
Feel my heart skip beats as I get lost in his kiss
Maybe afterward we'd converse and travel up to the moon and on the stars make a wish.
Or maybe we could nestle on a cloud and float above the earth
As I whisper to him one of my deepest love poems verse for verse

Yeah, he makes me weak
But I wonder does he know?

He speaks to me of past relationships and I sit back and listen
Wanting him so desperately, but I play my position.
It's just something about him that leaves me in awe
One of the purest souls that I've ever saw
I don't know what it is that he has done to me
Adding a new style to my form of poetry.
A bond with him I automatically detected
Kinda like we met in a previous life and our souls were connected
Because of him my pen has been resurrected
Now each poem I scribe is in thought of him

Does he know?
It's just that deep

If I could, I would make all of his fears go away,
not for my sake. Merely for the sake of his sanity.

If I could, I would make love to his mind, and when it orgasms,
knowledge would spray freely and all that complicates his life would diminish.

If I could, I would caress his soul,
So that all of his cloudy thoughts would be replaced with tranquility.

If I could...I would, it's just that damn deep.
But I wonder if he knows.