The glance of her eyes,
The brightness of her smile;
They give me butterflies,
Stops my life for a while.
I don't know who she is-
Still text her once and twice;
I just want to listen her whizz,
My text is frozen in her inbox like ice.
She was wearing dark pink,
Which I thought is red;
I don't even want to blink,
But I'm really scared.
