Preston, oh Preston, with hair so brown,
Grey stormy eyes that sweep me off the ground.
At 5'6", you stand tall and true,
A handsome soul, with a heart anew.
Your shy demeanor, a charm to behold,
A quiet strength, that never grows old.
Halloween's magic, brings out your delight,
A passion that shines, like a beacon in the night.
Burgundy's rich hue, your favorite shade,
A color bold, like the love I've yet to convey.
You find solace, in poetry's gentle art,
A kindred spirit, that speaks straight to my heart.
Oh Preston, my crush, my heart beats for you,
In your stormy eyes, my soul finds a clue.
To a love so true, so pure and kind,
A feeling that grows, with each passing day and night.
If only you knew, the way I feel,
Perhaps you'd see, the love that's real.
But for now, I'll hide, behind these lines,
And hope that someday, you'll be mine.
