She's the one
This resonating thought became an obsession
But my courage fails me in narration of my affection

Eyes flash when they sight her
Words stutter when i'm close to her
Heart suffers when she's not near

Her  eyes met mine today
Doing their usual work of slay
Strong enough to swarm in my head for a day

Maybe she also likes me
Maybe i'm the one who makes her face glee
Oh! You dumb brain, already doing the forsee.

Nowadays eye contacts are frequent
Heart still skips a beat on her advent
Living with the aid of her left behind scent

Should i muster my courage?
Or am i being prepared for her rage?
Let's see if we both are on the same page.