As I look at you and your ever so shy smile,
The softness of your voice as you speak to me,
As the stolen gazes were thrown at my side,
The hidden but ever so peculiar repartee.
My mind can be very quaint and whimsical,
The desires of my heart at times overwhelming,
My beating heart though crushed starts to twinkle,
The rationale of my mind then forces itself as affirming.
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