Him:
I can see people move fast
But she was in slow motion
They're talking out loud
As she walks to my direction
She gave a lingering stare
With her deep brown eyes
And the stack of books she carries
Tells me she's wise
Her cheeks are painted
With a light blush of pink
Her sweet looking lips
Made me hard to think
An unbeknownst beauty
Who could she be?
I wish she didn't have to...
Walk away so rapidly.