His black hair lay across his head in perfect form.
His eyes glisten like freshly polished leather.
his smile would light any darkend room.
Yet.
He is unaware.
He isn't interested
His eyes wonder.
Why?
Why do I look to another?
His hair a dusty yellow falls, out of place
His eyes are of dirt filled flowers
But,
He notices
He asks
He makes my heart flutter with his
cheesy jokes
Stop! No!
You like Mr. Perfect
No!
You love Mr. Imperfect
Stop!
It's killing me.
If only the sun and moon and
These two heart pounding souls
would combine
His perfect hair and glittery eyes
The way he smiles
He would listen and ask me questions.
He would care and make me laugh
But forever my minds dilemma.
And forever my heart true longing
