A Crush

The way he speaks,
the way he smiles,
it makes her heart,
leap for miles.
This is it,
he's got her hooked,
and when he passes,
she hopes he looked.
She blushes, and looks at the ground,
"this is silly," she thinks,
but she makes not a sound.
Beauty she thinks she lack,
she shakes her head, and whispers,
"he'll never like me back."