As I idle away the hours, thoughts of you spring forth like flowers.
Thoughts I would not dare to be shown, for they are mine and mine alone.
To sit with you face to face, how my mind begins to race.

I am hypnotized, by your ice blue eyes;
With their candle-lit glow that ignites my soul.
To say, "When I hear you speak, it leaves me weak."
Is a comparison most pale, because all words fail.

Your charm and wit are most beguiling, try as I might I can't keep from smiling.
Blushing every time you walk by, not even enough courage to say, "Hi."
There is still so much I could say, but what good would that do anyway.

Thus this shall be, tossed into the sea.
Called forgetfulness, and I wish you both much happiness.

Inspired By God
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