A little poem remembering a first love.
That delicious, tingling feeling
When first your eyes meet his.
You pretend to be aloof, so cool
But your heart is thumping so.
You're breathless, feeling faint now
And you think that he must know.
As you try to speak, words fail you
For your throat is dry and parched.
So you smile, eyes all a flutter
And hope he doesn't notice.
Then you hear his nervous mutter...
Er.. are you doing anything tonight?
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