Glance up and look away
Wait 'till the butterflies go away
And soon they'll be gone
Singing a sickly song.
My coyness upsets me,
My appearance saddens me,
I wonder, does it affect him too?
Alas, I haven't a clue!
They call it puppy love,
My sanity flies away like a dove,
I understand it sounds cliché,
But, oh, what can I say?
You see, he glows like the sun's crown,
My heart erupts into little rays,
In his presence, I have never frowned,
Oh, how his presence blows me away.
If only he could read this,
My love would not go amiss,
But my ultimate bliss,
Would be to kiss those plump and rose-y lips.
