They call it temporary,
An intense infatuation.
It passes, they say
Like a short lived memory.
That feeling of being tongue tied,
Speechless, shy, giddy
All at once
Admiration, none the less
For that “One”,
A powerful emotion
Beyond reason,
Beyond understanding.
They call it attraction
And many other things
But, guess they’ll never know
How a young heart really feels.
They call it a Crush
Why? I’ll never know.
To me, it’s a gate,
An easy entry way
Into love.