Her laugh is like a beautiful xylophone playing blissfully in the distance,
she just rolls her eyes when I tell her she's beautiful.

She lips taste like vanilla and cinnamon and sugar,
and her freckles glisten just like the tasteful sugar on her lips.

Our feet tangle together next to each other, and hers are warm
whilst I'm sure mine are cold as tea left alone for hours.

She helps me cut my cuticles and paint my nails,
and I compliment her on her perfect, shiny purple fingernails.

I like her.

She blushes when she sees me.

Does she like me too?