First Impression

I want to talk to you,
I really do.
You make my heart sing.
The sparkle in your eyes,
The trill of your laugh,
Like the first happy birdsong
At morning’s first light.
You give me purpose,
A reason to enjoy life,
To catch your eye,
To win my way into your heart.
There is nobody I would rather please.
In my eyes you are perfect,
And that
Is what makes this so hard.
You are so beautiful,
So happy and kind,
I get nervous.
I feel drawn to you,
But once I get there,
All I can do is stutter,
And walk off.

The End

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