The minute I look at her,
all things around me stop.
Or seem so, since my heart
beats so fast. Faster faster it
beats. My mind melts, melts
like a popsicle on the side walk
on a hot summer day. The butterflies
in my stomach flap up a storm, a tornado
in my stomach. And every day, I fall in love
even more so than the last. Every time, every
time her eyes look upon me, I can't help but look
so deep into them. Like orbs of pure and utter bliss,
and I just get lost. Oh my impossible, improbable girl,
how my search has been so long. The many mountains
and rivers I've crossed in search of a place where loneliness
ends. Even so, I have found you. But time, time, is not on my
side. Too many obstacles, much like the rest, separate my morality
and my love, from my mind. My impossible girl, oh how you look at me
with those unwavering eyes. How you talk to me with that sweet tone in
your voice. I don't know what I should do. I know not whether to wait, and
let time tell it's tale, or if I act, and tell my tale for it. All the better. For it is
uncertainty under certain events that dictate life in its truest form. I'm lost, so lost.
Waiting, for my impossible girl to call for me, to finally, call for her impossible man.