Only days of knowing you, your presence gave me butterflies;

After only a few months more, your absence would make me cry.

I'm afraid of how often I think about you,

I'm afraid that when you say you love me it isn't true.

But for some reason I love you, and If you were to ask me why,

I wouldn't know what to say, it would probably just make me cry.

I just hope you know that I love you.

I love you when?

Constantly.