Notes passed,
Check yes,
fingers crossed,
Heart against chest,
Stomach in knots.

The note makes its way down the row,
And I recieve curious looks,
But my eyes are trained on your face,
As you grasp the note carefully,
Curiously opening the white sheet,
And reading my neat writting.

When my eyes open,
You're the last image from my dream,
And when we speak,
My heart skips,
One, two, three beats.
And right befor I go to sleep,
I think of the possibilitys,
Of You and Me.
Check:
Yes  No
Date me?

Your cherry glossed lips spread
Into the softest smile
And your bright, shinning eyes
Find mine.
And I see you blush
Shy.
Beautiful.

You grasp your pencil
Scribble something down
And send it back to me
I can feel my heart
Head to feet
Pounding.

Yes
*My sweet, sweet prince
You've gained my heart
I'll take care of yours.
Love, Your Princess.