I see her most days of every week,
the sight of her causes my heart to flutter.
When she is near I feel weak.
The sound of her voice causing my voice to stutter.
Her eyes like that of a deer,
hair long, flowing, and beautiful,
the mere thought of her causes my eyes to tear.
Her lips are soft and beautifully full.
Her name as sweet as the summer breeze,
melting away the winter's freeze.
The futile thought wrenches my gut.
Intelligence, humor, and beauty manifold.
Someday I shall announce my love but,
for now my heart remains untold.
