Symptom of Love
He couldn't talk he was reserved
His past taught him no say a word
So shy and scared to talk to me
A pimple, he was fat you see
But I sat on that bench outside
And my big mouth was open wide
I told him of the fun to swim
In waters where even he had been
He cracked a smile, I was a jester
So shy he wondered why I'd pester
Him to talk about a swim
Why was I concerned with him
He opened up and shyly said
Thank you for talking to my head
Take note of those who are so scared
To talk, they thought that no one cared
Go ahead and break the ice
God loves the people who are nice
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