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I met a girl just a few days ago,
when we meet, I will never know.
My feelings for her seem to grow,
Is this a crush or something more?
How could this happen, especially to me,
Was love unraveling it's secret to be.
Why do I feel so helpless and so frail?
In front of this beautiful, amazing girl.
Every time I think of her, a tingle runs down my spine,
I only wish that someday, I could call her mine.
Could this be love or just an infatuation?
Or, am I stuck in a frantic situation.
I wish, I could press her lips to mine,
And make just a moment, more than divine.
How I long, to tell her, how I feel,
And let this aching heart finally reveal.
One day her heart may belong to me,
Because she'd have mine, together we could be