When I see him, my brain waves send shock from my head to my gut,
And stops. The feeling, of wanting him…just wont go away.
When I see him, my eyes smile, to be treated by his beauty one doesn’t
need imagination.
When I see him, I’m young again, and all else known doesn’t matter.
When I see him—the lips, the eyes, the chest (I can only imagine since
never felt)
Its beautiful, and the more I try to forget the more I fall for it all.
To hear him, just say my name say anything—I’m astounded.
To know him is a privilege and it hurts he doesn’t know me.
Oh, to see him. The eyes look so gazingly; I’m captured
By tongue and groove, theory and fiction, the life. How one could
encapsulate me
Is beyond me. He’s so beyond me. He’s so for me. He’s perfect,
But he doesn’t even know me

what a good peom.Been there before

I know a man like that his name is David B. Wow

yeah ... Monique, you are in trouble. Try to uncrash your crash ASAP for
your own good
Good luck

and keep smiling :^)

nice poem there for a min i thought it was about me!

Do you have crush too?

wondering