She's ,I'M Not

She is so magical I am so not Her beauty being radical My mind is abroad It might not be understandable But it is sometimes manageable She thinks of me as a friend Though sometimes we hardly speak With my emotions being canned I feel so fatigued I often feel sick I love her ,i want her My heart rushes with trill But I'm afraid Of being rejected I'm not always brave I'm a fraud My heart aches She is so humble Free & flowing like a lake I'm like a jumble trickle Her pulchritude is majestic I'm so intrigued but trembled Feeling sycophantic