Sonnet 1

He owns the world with his walk,
his little shorts warm my heart,
i'm desperate to hear him talk,
when can our relationship start?
His look, the stare, those swoony eyes,
that from distances away I see,
walking beside girls I despise,
for he knows them and not me,
There's no one I would rather have to dance,
he moves with manliness and grace,
I wait for him to grant me a chance,
to go out with him some place,
Maybe to a restaurant for tea,
so he can realise he belongs with me.