This Poem is Crap (Secret Admirer)

This poem is crap, this poem is shit,
This poem is so bad it’s badly writ.
But you are the only thing on my mind,
the way you smile, the way you act, just so kind.
With you in my head I can’t concentrate,
probably why this poem is second rate.
I want you to know who I am, just not yet,
‘cause if you find out and say no, I’ll regret,
not leaving it for the right time
‘cause there’s nothing I want more than for you to be mine.