To You

My
Naivete:
Endearing?
Amusing?
Or,
Embarrassing?
I don't mean to be
So
Young,
I don't think the way I
Appear;
The way I
Act.
Do you
Try to move
Away?
To shrink back from my
Puppy-dog
Trailing?
If you're trying to
I can't
Tell.
I don't mean to
Follow you
Just a tiny bit
Too close.
I don't mean to
Smile so
Widely
In the halls;
Sound so
Young
When I talk.
Does it seem that way to you?
I wish my
Words
Wouldn't tangle.
You always seem
So
Poised
And me
So clumsy
Beside you.
What do you see?
