I love you

From Affio Buss

I think,
But I'm not very sure.
Isn't it a measure,
Of how much we endure?
The pain and the backlash,
All we've pushed aside,
So I could be there for you,
When you wept and cried?

I think,
But I'm not very sure.
How do I figure,
What's pure and what's immature?
We understand each other, 
Inside and out,
And I value our time together,
Whether we laugh or shout.

I think,
But I'm not sure.
An uncertain confession,
Could secure or obscure.
I hope I'm not too soon,
With feelings taboo,
So with uncertainty I proclaim. I think I love you.