Beside my dark wooden bed, I sit,
Melody escaping my clarinet.
Lost in love stories, since we met,
Imagination swirls, what future to beget?

Wondering about the path ahead,
Can't stop thinking, her smile widespread.
She lingers in my thoughts, can't forget,
Like a guitar's seventeenth fret.
For a beginner in love, she's hard to get,
Like a new guitarist, sticking to the first fret.

Elegant like an architect,
Swaying in her dress, shades of red connect.
Each shade complementing her cheek's pink,
Every look makes my heart sink.
No eye on her can blink,
No mind can even dare to think.
Her essence indescribable by a writer's ink.

If I don't speak now, regrets forever,
Took a breath, getting myself together.
Won't play smart or act clever,
It's not a one-time chance, a pirate finds treasure.
I'll try now, tomorrow, and forever,
No pain, no pleasure.
She's an angel, no worries or pressure,
With time, I'll be a love professor.