The girl in her teens
Has a crush on the boy
In the office
I have seen her eyes
Sending him in hundred smiles
A flying kiss!
Morning rays shine on her face
On the scene as he appears
Nothing gives her such joy
As his presence cheers!
Her demeanor bursts with bliss!
When he sits in the office
Outside the door she
hovers
She hates anybody or anything
That from her sight him covers!
She runs at them with a hiss!
He seats herself at a point where
She would be in his look
Her mind floats in the air
Though before her she keeps a book!
Keeping him close is her fond wish!
When he bikes out in the evening
She rushes to the gate
She forgives herself not
If by chance she’s late!
Until next morning him she will miss!
Xavier Bage
Wed, April 20, 2016
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