If there was a hint of a conversation on her part
I would have asked her out
But it just dragged on being that way for quite a while
Would she be dreading seeing me some days I thought
But she always conjured up instead with a smile of sort
That perked me up a bit and brightened this age old heart
I began to now enter into another phase where I always referred to her as “My Heart” because she had the capacity to do strange things to it. Unbeknownst to her and unintentionally, I was captivated with her etiquette and style together with everything else that would have it skip a beat every time. As I sat dreaming about this woman from another time who had my heart and who was my sunrise, I thought about how I had deteriorated as a person with a sound mind.