My Knees Go Weak

he makes my heart pound,
though we haven't yet met,
his poems so deep,
make me weak in the knees,
i don't know him well,
and i probably won't ever,
but my stomach goes funny,
when i read the simple words he typed,
he has yet to hear my name,
but i know his,
i feel this soft pain,
and wonder what it is,
i don't know if i like him,
yet my knee's think that i do,
I'm glad I'm sitting down when i read that message from him,
and cheeks turn a sudden red as a thought of him earns,
its self a spot in the front of my mind,
my thoughts are filled with,
thoughts i can't comprehend,
I just don't know what to do.