Oh, my dear, you're in love with a poet
and don't think for a second, he doesn't know it
of your every detail, he does fantasize
and then into poems, he does romanticize

Every time he makes you blush,
a little larger, grows your crush
and with each poem that makes you smile
you think about him, for a while.

You get stomach of butterflies
each time he writes, about your eyes.
and your heart, does little flips
when he writes, about your lips

At least he really hopes it does.
He hopes he's set your heart abuzz
Because he's a poet, and you're his muse
and you are perfect in, all his views.