THE CRUSH

There he stood, smiling
Venus' child beguiling.
Bright eyes shining
My heart pining.

Beauty like this
Something not to miss.
Closing my eyes
My soul cries.

To hold him, touch him
Feeling like only a whim.
Wishing I could
Hoping I would.

Imagining his touch
Hoping for too much.
Happy with just seeing
Eyes alight upon his being.

Could I be so lucky?
Am I that plucky?
To sweep him off his feet
Heart stopping as eyes meet.