Crushing On a King

I feel all flushed when I hear that voice Even if he is not talking to me Too soon to be love but I am moist In my deepest southern sea Brown eyes a fade make me feel displaced Can’t see green forest for brown tree Tree of a man handsome frame and face Wish he would come talk to me What would I say is it good taste Don’t want to seem too forward His smile is jade green jewel I trace My ebony eyes sharp as a sword. He doesn’t wear a ring and I am hoping He is single and not too shy If I am his type maybe we catch a bite If I get him to just say hi.