When I met you last year, you were a light in my life. You treated me with kindness when I was left all alone. You wanted to talk to me so I felt seen. You listened to me talk about this and that. And when you talked, I couldn't help but stare. Your voice was so soft, so pleasant to listen to. If you kept me I that seat for the rest of the day, I wouldn't move a muscle, afraid your song may cease. I want to play your tune on repeat in my head. You're my favorite record to play when I think of love. You could do nothing wrong, as strange as it sounds. You're perfect in everything, in every song. I wish I could tell you the way I feel, but I'd rather be invisible than disgusting to you. I don't know what you'd think if I asked you to dance, but God, do I wish you'd say yes. I know I'm not pretty, not as gorgeous as you. I hope you don't mind a guy shorter than you. You knew me as the girl in your science class, but I swear I'm much more. I'm a man, though it's hard to believe. I hope you'll still like me, no matter my looks. I love you much deeper than your outside appearance, I only pray that you'll have the same feelings. I promise to treat you with upmost respect, and hold you tight when the day becomes rough. I want to be shoulder to lean on when life gets tough. I want to spoil you with all my love. I want to take you out on dates, though I can't afford much. I would anything to feel your touch. As small as your finger wrapped around mine, to as big as your lips pressed upon mine. I want to hold your hand as we stroll down the halls, and I'll walk you to class. I'll show you my love through the small things in life, because I don't want you to face any strife. I'll open doors for you and carry your lunch. I'll compliment your looks, so much you feel sick. I'll treat like a queen, because you deserve everything. You're so kind and so gentle and your laugh makes me weak. I must be dreaming, you can't be real. You're so perfect from your head to your toes. Your heart is bright and big, holding love for everyone. I can only hope, I can steal it one day.
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|I'm So Utterly, Impossibly In Love|
PoetryI know she'll never read these, but I can't stop thinking of her. The very idea of her makes me crumble.