P.S. I Love You.

by

I've got a mess going on in my head,
A fascination for someone, I can't regret.
It's a sickness of some sort,
A disease that I cannot confront.

It makes me go out of frame,
Because I can't tell you how I feel.
I still haven't met you, 
But deep down, I think I have
Cause a face so heavenly
Cannot be left unnoticed.

So I have to wait a few days 'till we meet
And then I can tell you how I feel.
But for now all I've got is this note,
When you'll read it, you'll be surprised
Cause It'll say: "P.S. I love you."