I find myself in a fantastic imaginative infatuation
With a particular boy whom I scarcely know.
And I will continue to pine for this boy,
Who's voice I cannot conjure;
His face I fumble to recall.

He seems to be the utmost intolerable desired vision in my mind.
Over a mere amount of seconds to converse.
I could scream a symphony about his glory
And yet his smiles are only
Reflections in the corner of my mind.

Curiosity will certainly finish me,
Conjuring every nerve in my body;
Forcefully shaking me
'Til my very hands fall past my quaking knees
And shatter around my trembling toes.