To You
Every time I see him my brain loses all thought
That fuzzy feeling starts to arise and my tounge ties in a knot
His beautiful blonde hair, ever so shiny and pure
he'd probably let me run my fingers through it, but then again I'm not so
sure
His sky blue eyes seem to hypnotize and I can't help but stare
Even if its a dark hazy hallway that hue just seems to flare
I wonder if he thinks about me the way I think about him?
His smile, his laugh, his drive, his craft, and everything in between
Seems to just ring, even everything he has to say, I think he's perfect in every way
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