It's so crazy, pretending you don't astound me
Looking away in fear of being looked at
Avoiding in case we cross paths
Wishing we will never have that first conversation
Praying that we won't have to meet again
All because I have this stupid,
head over heels feeling over you.
You amaze me.
Your story lights up something in my heart
Your simplicity, the beauty of your face,
it captures me, and I'd hate to show I'm captive
When will we be introduced?
When will I or you break the silence?
How many times do our paths have to cross
Before our first real encounter?
I could only dread the possibility
of a toothy smile,
a darting glance,
a self-conscious awkwardness,
Yet when that time comes,
I want to be able to look into your eyes,
smile quietly, and connect.
Nerves bless me.
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