Oh, Daniel dearest, can’t you see

We’re destined for each other

I’ve liked you for about 4 years

And I’d hate to see you with another

Well, I guess it’s understandable

Since you don’t know I exist

I’m in Sydney, you’re in London

But in my dreams we’ve kissed

I love your eyes, your smile, and your hair

Dark and kind of long

In a very sexy way

If I could, I’d write a song

You’re gorgeous in those glasses

You don’t look like a nerd

Despite what all my friends say,

I think you’re…what’s the word?

Handsome? Sexy? Completely divine?

Total heartthrob? Dreamy?

Major Hottie? Kind of cute?

Makes-my –glasses-steamy?

None of those words are good enough

But I’ll certainly do my best

To do you justice in this poem

Forget about the rest

Adam Brody? Not so great

Jason Smith? Okay

Orlando Bloom? Are you insane?

You blow them all away!

Your good looks, your wit, your charm

Your innocent blue-eyed stare

That I can only see on my bedroom wall…

Oh, did I mention your hair?

You’re probably getting sick of this

So, for the thousandth time

I’m crazy about you, Dan

I love you, please be mine!