I often lose myself in those deep blue eyes

and my legs go weak when she says hello

I desire her like a child does for a carnival prize

as I love her more than she’ll could ever know.

We’d make quite the pair, an uncanny match

for tis a shame she doesn’t feel the same

as I am no slouch and I’m quite the catch

she would be lucky to have me and my name.

Yet I’m the coward for not stepping forward

afraid to proudly declare to her how I really feel

for what I fear is that my words will be ignored

so does such despair mean my love is real?

I may never find out what could have been

but whenever in her company, I always win.