Is this a spark
or a flame?
Not to explore it
would be a shame

When you are near
I start to giggle
The way you walk
The way you wiggle

The way those shoes
adorn your feet
All other feelings
are obsolete

Feeling dizzy
head starting to spin
The thoughts I have
could be a sin

Hardly noticed
as if in a shell
Could it be my look
perhaps my smell?

You walk away
I say goodbye
On the inside
I start to cry

Maybe someday
I'll be the man
with an idea
perhaps a plan

To face my fears
without a doubt
and have the courage
to ask you out