Plain InNOcent

A poem about a person pretending to be innocent when that person is in fact guilty of making you fall in love

I was sitting in the park bench,

Trying to reciprocate my feelings

About your mysterious identity;

And I'm quite sure that

You're the one who makes my day

Enjoyable and full of fun

All I know is your face,

But not the rest of you

Even though I really don't know you,

I still feel alive when I see you

How can you be so great

And so mysterious at the same time?

You don't even know that you catch my attention

With your charming ways

Are you making me fall for you?

Or are you just plain innocent?

What is it that you have for me to yearn on you?