a million sets of eyes passing by
and your's are the only ones i saw
they made a home behind my eyelids
and i, like a bee to honey raw
could only hope to get close enough
to start to know your mind
what wildflowers make you?
they must be sweet, for a face so kind
and soft, for a voice such as that
you are a creature so new
and you created a spark in me
of interest for you