As my eyes meet yours,

My heart gives a cheer,

Even though it barely lasts a moment.

It's just a flash of colors,

Not a single number,

The game we play is one of ancient.

I'd have a mind to make a plot,

But gone are all my thoughts,

Except for the ones about you.

What we have is a work of art,

We may never truly have a shot,

But it'll always be a game for two.

What's wrong with me,

I've really no idea of what it could be,

Surely there's something I could do!

How do I stop myself from being so smiley?

You must think me crazy,

Oh, but the one here at blame is you.

Under every look and laugh is there a deeper meaning?

Little words exchanged between us make my heart start screaming,

If only your feelings were the same as mine.

Knowing would at least stop my heart from aching,

Even when I have to see others with all the conversation they're making,

Do you feel the same, or do you regret even reading this first line?

Me and you, have we been reading the clues?

Even so, is this something we'll pursue?

I want to know more beyond the shade of your eyes,

And the sound of your laugh.

I want to know more about the way your hair falls,

And the way that you joke.

I want to know what makes you laugh,

And how to get your shades looking into mine.

I want to know how you make your jokes,

And how to get you to feel for me what your hair does.

So if you got some time to kill,

I will jump in first if you will,

Say that you'll love me despite the chills,

And sit beside me on the windowsill,

Recently, you've been the one thing that's been able to fill,

My overflowing and anguished quill,

When it's usually only full of why I'd die on my hill,

But this has filled me with an unusual kind of thrill,

Lately, my heart hasn't been feeling like such an empty landfill,

Hopefully, this isn't a game of skill.

They say it's enough to be young and in love,

But for now, I'm happy only having one of the above,

'Cause every time I look at you, it's a lovely yet scary kind of rush.

So even if I don't get to see the flying of a dove,

Or if push never comes to shove,

It'll still be enough just to have this crush.

Just thinking of you, I seem to melt,

I wonder daily if I should tell you all the things I've felt,

But in the end, I never tell, for fear you'd think I'm nothing more than a bore.

Just the thought of the possibility hurts more than a welt,

Yes, this is something on which my mind has constantly dwelt,

But the thought that you may like me too makes my smile grow even more.

Boy, I've been dropping hints to you all week,

So much so that others are starting to see it,

Man, did I almost die when you held my hand.

It seems that you're finally starting to take the bit,

Cause I'm starting to see that you might just like me,

I can see by the smile on your face that you don't really seem to mind how prone I am to social awkwardness.

You said you don't like poetry, but I'm hoping you don't mind that you've often been the subject of mine,

It's not my fault that you're just so fine.

I think it's so sweet, the way you're so shy,

You always ask before you sit next to me whether or not I'd mind.

Though the answer will be the same every time,

No, I don't mind,

Spending my time with you.

Boy, get over here and talk to me,

It ain't that hard; just move your feet.

I promise I don't bite.

I'm starting to think that you're actually blind cause how come you can't see?

Cause I'm finally starting to have hope that this could actually be,

Or did that whole week happen at night?

I don't just give rocks to anyone, you know,

So for you not to have texted yet is quite the low blow,

Why else would I give you my number?

Do you know that you reap what you sow?

So get over here and talk to me, and we can go,

And just be together.