Over My Head:
Beauty, as so, ill-defined.
Wondering and thinking how to make her mine.
How to get in her mind,
How to give her a sign.
How to linger in her thoughts,
As she does in mine.
Such beauty unforeseen,
Pillaging my mind,
How do I become seen?
If she makes my day better,
Without so much as a hi,
Then imagine how I'll feel,
When together we fly.
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