My Sonnet

The way he casually glances towards me.
When he compliments me when I'm low makes
Everything he does like a golden key,
If only I could tell him so.

The way her thin lips curl when she smiles.
And when she makes up cute little codes, and
Even when she drives me crazy for miles,
I will always secretly love her so.

And so the two of them went on for weeks
With neither knowing the secret they hid,
Passing each other with red in their cheeks
And feeling like a twitterpated kid.

Then one day in the halls, their eyes met,
And there forever their eyes kept.