I would watch you sometimes during first period

I would watch the way your hair fell into your eyes

And I would listen to the way you would laugh as if no one was listening

But we were all listening

Because your laugh was a drug.

It was intoxicating, so strong it could make the moon drunk with joy. 

Then there was your smile.

That smile that could easily light up the whole world if it wanted to.

Your face was just something perfect all together.

Your eyes, your mouth, your nose; all perfect.

But nothing mine.