I want the boy with the eyes.
Those eyes, bluer than the sea and deeper as well.
Those eyes that can melt my heart,
And steal the words from my mouth
With a single glance.
A single glimpse into my soul,
And my breath is gone.
Those eyes that peer out from dark-framed glasses
That perch on his nose, and give him an air
Of intelligence, and sensitivity, and
All I want is that boy.
That boy with the smile, that contagious smile
That wrinkles his eyes, and makes me blush.
That irresistible smile which is more valuable, more precious
Than anything I could ever receive.
The smile that shows off his angelic teeth of perfection.
The smile that forces me to look at his lips,
And wonder how they’d feel if they were
Locked with mine, and
Oh, those lips….
Those lips that tickle when they brush my hand
From the stubble he neglected to shave.
And I want those lips
To utter three words.
And those arms to hold me
When the world is falling apart.
All I want is for that boy to be my boy,
And all I want is for him to melt the way I melt
When we look into each other’s eyes.
And I want him to realize
That all I need