When I think of you, my heart races.

When I hear your name, I feel butterflies.

When you pass me in the hall, I look back to see if your looking.

I love being able to look into your beautiful, bright, loving brown eyes.

Your angel face brightens my day.



Do you know I’m talking about you? I doubt it.

How can I explain your smile and your sense of style?

You notice me when your friends aren’t around.

But when they’re there, I’m not.

Why do I like you, of all people?

I usually have great taste.

So why you?

Did you notice I was there?

Did you even care?

You tell me.

Why you?

Why me?