Gentlemen Poem by Charnen Postrano

I've always wanted to approach someone in a room,
I've always wanted to scream the words to someone in a room,
I've always wanted to say something to someone in a room,
I've always wanted to be someones' solace in a room.

Everytime I approach him, I can't find a word to say;
I am afraid to say something because what if I say something bad?
Will he ever understand?
I can't scream how much I adore him, so all I do is stare at him from a distance

Dang! Why is he so mesmerizing?
It's funny how only his hair makes me happy,
Even in the slightest thing he does, It makes me feel different emotions.
I love the way his eyes twinkle—his eyes has stars that formed a constellation;

Everytime he smiles, the world slows its pace, while my hearts starts to jump in glee,
My entire body recognizes him badly, and that even if his 10 meters away. I know that it's him.
Even in a world where boys are in a room. I will forever look at him;
Because in a world full of boys, he's a gentlemen.

He's a gentlemen, that's why I like him.
He's a gentlemen, that's why I can't say a thing.
I got lovestruck in his charm, and got hit by the arrow of love.
It is cringe to say this, but I think I am starting to fall in a hole where I cannot tell if it's a trap.