Crush Poem by William Johansen

I thought it was the stars, but no, it was her eyes,

Eyes way to beautiful to share it’s beauty with the skies,

They share a sense of beauty, like nothing else iv'e seen,

Are they really allowed to be part of a human being?

These must be the opposite of what we have named hell,

These must be the key to the sense of feeling well,

You look deep into the eyes, of a woman so beautiful,

And enjoy how the closest thing to perfect, can be this wonderful,

They compliment the soul, and personality she carries,

They remind you of beauty, like flowers and berries.

You want to hold and kiss her, and show her the real you,

But you think you’re not good enough, and you’re afraid to.

She deserves the best of the world, and what it may exist in,

I don’t care if i might lose, as long i know that she’ll win,

I want to hold her hand, so she’s not walking alone,

I want to give her my jacket, so she’s not feeling cold,

Her smile can instantly melt me, and it’s as perfect as her eyes,

She’s the most beautiful thing in the world, even when she cries,

I want to feel her pain, and fight all of her fights,

When she can’t sleep, i’ll stay awake those nights,

I’ll defend her in all situations, because i know she’s always right,

If you don’t believe what i’m saying, then believe what i write,

Why? You may ask me, will i do all this for her,

I could tell you im just a good guy, but the truth is i love her.