We talked yesterday and there was something about her
Something about her, or maybe it's all of her, is absolutely stunning
Since then she hasn't left my mind at all

But I've only just met her, I don't know her
I probably like the idea of her the most
The same way I'll fantasize about moving abroad

Even though this sudden flutter of emotion was doomed from it's birth
I wish I could tell her how beautiful she is
But frankly, that would be stupid

Shall I compare thee to a summers day,
and make an *** out of myself?
Or
Shall I spare myself and let time run it's course,
and save my ego?

Eventually someone else will come along,
as beautiful as her
And I can ignore those feelings too,
I am socially competent you know.