beating heart,blushing cheek

sleepless nights and curious peeks

teary eyes, shallow breath

flustered wits and pillows wet

wav'ring voice, shaking legs

tightening chest and like a pauper begs

pining form, a head in the clouds

a clasp of hands and to cry out loud

hopeful sighs and sincere smiles

it's what make short inches miles

turned heads,unruly hair

so sweet yet hard to bear

beauty is in the eye of he who beholds

but it makes beauty out of young and old