The Thrill of the Chase

My tongue is stuck in the back of my throat,

That is why this piece is being written...

I'm throwing my feelings onto this note

Hoping to somehow fit all my wit in.

The girl I wish for, she is all beauty,

I can talk to her like only a friend,

Still wish Cupid hadn't come to shoot me,

Now I'm scared these feelings will never end.

Her hair and eyes, seems they should be admir'd,

Yet no man has his arm on her shoulder,

She's out of a date but far from expir'd,

She is perfect, I wish I could hold her.

     I'd love to tell her all this face to face,

     But all of love is the thrill of the chase.