My heart races every time he's near,
My thoughts consumed, I can't help but fear,
That he'll never know how I truly feel,
That my love for him is all too real.His curly hair, a work of art,
Each strand a symbol of his heart,
Wild and free, with a spirit untamed,
A beauty and depth that's hard to explain.
I find myself lost in his gaze,
His smile brightens even the darkest of days,
And though I long for him to be mine,
I'm filled with joy just to see him shine.
But with each passing moment, I hesitate,
Wondering if it's worth the risk to take,
To tell him how I feel, to lay it on the line,
Or keep it to myself, and let it quietly decline.
For a crush is a bittersweet thing,
A mix of joy and fear, hope and longing,
And though it may never come to pass,
I'll cherish these feelings while they last
