Eyes tell it all.
A stare from a distance
it's been weeks now,
he never misses a free moment to look at me.
If roses had eyes, his would be on the petals.
Bold, beautiful, flawless and passionate.
I simply respond with a wide smile.
We don't talk, at least not yet.
Too early to reveal feelings.
Wishing, wanting and waiting to hear what's to come.
Too afraid to make a move first.
Don't want to say the wrong thing.
I never felt like this, he is all I ever think of.
My eyes are blinded by lust.
My stomach is sick with fear.
My legs can't stand when he is around.
He is what the fairy books would call, "A prince."
If only I could hold his hand, touch his lips
say I love you...
I think I hear my mother calling, until next time, Diary.
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