The Way You Look At Her;

May 6, 2010
I see the way you look at her and you seem really sincere.
I see the way she looks at you and she seems at ease and not in fear.

You walk with her and talk with her I wish it wasn't so,
You look at her an think of her I wish that she would go!

I want to be your muse, the reason for all of your thoughts.
You are my most precious muse one that apparently must be bought.

I am constantly fighting for your utmost attention yet it's like I'm barely there.
I'm not extremely obvious though, unlike the part of your long, brown, silky hair.

Your tall, slender, non-muscular body seems warm and soft at touch.
Your lean, long, hidden legs, I see them and get a rush, of energy and butterflies in my stomach.

When I see your face the music of angels dances in my head,
You should hear what goes on in there, whilst I'm lying in my bed.

I see the way you look at her (and all of you friends at that).
I wish that you would see me too, because I like you, as a matter of fact.

Commercials on the radio and on the T.V. too, constantly scream you name therefore,
I'm constantly thinking of you.

Your name rolls off my tongue
As do Lemon Detox drinks make you thin.
You take my breath away from my lungs as do runners' breath after they win.

You make me smile more than any other
and you make me laugh like no other.
I see you and I think of what we would be like together
and wonder if you'll ever see my true realistic colors.

You're a risk-taker, a daredevil
and I find that attractive and cute.
You're intelligent and well reserved
and I want to be with you.

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