Golden Prize (The Apple Of My Eye) Poem by Anonymous Anonymous

She is a golden prize, the apple of my eye.
Woe to be wise, it's hard to identify.
Your word supplies; your eyes, electrify.
How can I compromise? How can I justify?
Watching my own demise, for you I would crucify.
I always fantasize because I don't want to dissatisfy.
Your gaze will paralyze; your smiles petrify.
I'm scared to jeopardize, scared to reply.
My mind intensifies, I don't want to disqualify.
It's difficult to socialize, I'm timid and shy.
Holding on to this disguise, I try to simplify.
Can't seem to finalize, images of you multiply.
You are a golden prize; that I cannot deny.