No one wonders how long its been
They all have just left it alone
And even those who'd been checking in
Can't tell for sure if its found or sown.
A whisper too sweet, a wish too kind
Maybe its all just trial and error
No promise too keen, no faith too blind
Certainly no thing that would scare her.
Some say don't tell anyone anything
Till you know its the right day
Winter, summer, autumn or spring?
They don't know, still, some say.
To spill all out, some do advice
She might like it fair and square
And if she doesn't like to be precise?
Then they don't know and they don't care.
So take a breath, actually gulp a few
Alone you have to get your Jane
And although I too have no clue
Might I suggest, a love letter in a paper plane?
