Like everyone else, i’ve found my crush
Ye, her worth compares to non, and even
when i marvel at marvell’s marvelous poem
a better admiration i have for my mistress-to be.
They say a man loves his car, but more
beautiful is my ‘her’.
Her eyes brighter than any light,
her smile, like the white broad wind screen
reflects the beauty and serenity of the sun.
My lady is good and godly
witty and willing to help
beatiful inside and out.
Ho, Jo, i love you still, even if this
love may never be returned.
Like a youths tech-gadgets
i want to hold you and be know you
to look at you and be forever lost in a trance.
But again i know a “NO” you must say
so i ask that santa will present me a present
this time i want you as a friend
my secret love, may this crush never end.