My love, my heart, as he walks in the room

I see him, I smile, I sweat and I swoon

How nice would it be to see him in the light of the moon

Without making myself look like a buffoon

He sits, he stands, he walks, he goes

He is so shining, so sparkly, he glows

From his perfect head to his perfect toes

I always wonder if he knows…

I listen to how beautifully he plays

How naturally to him it comes

Oh how he has his ways

Of making me fall in love

How could he ever be impressed by me?

How could he listen to my music?

I’m just a beginner (yet so is he)

So why am I trying to do this?

But then I see the way he looks at me

And know he feels the same

But it really does hurt when he tries to flirt

And I forget my name

It’s a good thing I have time to talk

With this foundation, with this rock

Who captures me because he is hot

I’m glad we’re friends-I’m glad a LOT