I have a crush on this boy in my class you see,
He has blue eyes, brown hair that’s messy and straight.
He’s cute, he’s tall and handsome, his name’s Henry,
I look, he smiles at me! His teeth are great.
I turn my exercise book to the back page,
And scribble ‘Grace loves Henry’ with stars and hearts.
I hope to myself we grow together with age,
So I can wear a white dress and say, ‘Till death do us part’.
I’m supposed to be doing maths, figuring out fifty plus seven,
But I can’t concentrate looking at that beautiful face.
All my brain can think is he’s better than heaven,
Better than a big pure angel falling with grace.
He’s my first love, my friend, my match, my crush,
Teacher said, ‘Darling, you’re young!  There’s no rush’.