This Girl Poem by Daniel Chapman

I want so badly to be part of her world,
She's more precious to me than an ocean pearl.

I wish I could tell her what's in my chest,
Wish I could let her know she's the best.
If only we had time—just to sit, just to rest,
To share a moment, to laugh, to invest.

Where did this girl come from, out of the blue?
And they say nothing good happens at Fort Drum too.
If they can't see the wonder I see in her eyes,
Then they're blind to her magic, blind to her skies.

What is it about her that pulls me in?
Is it the warmth of her smile, or the light on her skin?
The way she talks, the way she walks,
Every little movement, the attitude she talks.

A girl like this doesn't come around twice,
Even if you were blind, you could feel her light.
Man, she blows my mind in ways I can't define,
I don't just want her near—I want her to be mine.

She leaves me guessing, wondering, caught,
Every glance, every word, every little thought.
I feel like she's a blessing, sent from above,
And all I want is to show her my love.

So badly I want her to step into my world,
To let me in, to let our story unfurl.
Yet I keep asking, quietly, in my heart's swirl:
Why her? Why this girl?