She Loves Me

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well,
Will wonders never cease?
I didn’t like her.
Didn’t like her? I couldn’t stand her.
Couldn’t stand her? I wouldn’t have her.
I never knew her.
But now I do, and I would, and I could, and I know!
She loves me and to my amazement
I love it, knowing that she loves me.
She loves me. True, she doesn’t show it.
How could she, when she doesn’t know it?
Yesterday she loathed me, bah!
But today she likes me, ah!
And tomorrow.
Tomorrow, ah.
My teeth ache from the urge to touch her.
I’m speechless, for I mustn’t tell her.
It’s wrong now, but it won’t be long now
Before my love discovers
That she and I are lovers.
Imagine how surprised she’s bound to be.
She loves me!
She loves me!
I love her, isn’t that wonder?
I wonder why I didn’t want her?
I want her. That’s the thing that matters.
And matters are improving daily.
Yesterday I loathed her, bah!
But today I love her, ha!
And tomorrow,
Tomorrow, ah!
I’m tingling. Such delicious tingles.
I’m trembling. What the hell does that mean?
I’m freezing. That’s because it’s cold out.
And still I’m incandescent
And like some adolescent.
I’d like to scrawl on every wall I see.
She loves me.
She loves me!