I'd Like To - Mel Afoa

He seems like the kind of guy who is unique,
rare like a emerald diamond, found in the deepest cave.
He seems like the kind of guy who cares deeply,
a mixture of a mother's love and brother's protection.

He seems like the kind of guy who loves lightly,
carrying an air of humbleness, of faithfullness.
He seems like the kind of guy who can entertain countless,
his surpringly crazy manners and sweet air of mild sarcasm attractive.

I'd like to say I like him,
but I'm afraid he'll find it out,
for he also seems like the type of guy,
who shies away from his feelings,
hides them deep in his pocket,
only taking it out when washing his jeans.

I'd like to say I care for him,
but I'm afraid he'll damage my heart,
turn my heart away and stomp on it,
just when I realise I'll die for him.

I'd like to say I find him attractive,
but I'm afraid he'll dance on my words,
laugh at me indefinitely,
and walk away.
I'd like to say I know him,
but I don't think so.

Then I'd know if he'd do these things,
and if that red thing is his chest,
beats for me like mine does for him.
Would he like me? Would he care?