Friday, 10 June 2011

When I see you I'm at a loss for words Your face shines as if it were the sun While your hair sways in the breeze Your shyness compels me to know more And a day without you, is oh so sore You keep me on tender hooks And I'm constantly worried about my looks I scram to see you everyday Though I admire you from far away Pretending never to look- Yet all the while, my eyes are glued to you As if you were a good book.

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