I Am A Rose When He Smiles Poem by Natalie Grimes

I am a rose when he smiles.
I blush, and bloom, and sway—
a sunflower, when he looks at me,
my eyes are locked in his glance.

This heart trembles like an earthquake,
when he passes by me the hallway.
I am a glowworm on a starry night,
when he asks me where's the gym.

My feet are soft like marshmallows
when he says my name.
I do not smile, I stand straight.
He cannot know; I am smitten so.