We've all been there before. Head over heels falling for someone you see, wanting the opportunity but stuck in awe of their amazing beauty and perfection. Sometimes it feels like magic. Other times one would swear it was! This is a poem I wrote describing what would it feels like in that view.

The Way She Makes Me Feel

1:43 A.M.

Thursday morning

Up late

even with class hours away

I lay in bed

Constantly thinking about her

She circles my mind

More than the second hand on a clock

And as time passes

The seconds get slower

The ticks grow longer

It starts to feel like

Tick… Tick….. Tick…….

As it extends evermore

I used to hate mornings

But the thought I might get to see her?

It brings me to my feet faster than gravity could drop me itself

I used to hate having to go to class

But the excitement you hear

2 girls squealing at 8 A.M.

Even though they just saw "best friend" yesterday

That's how my heart feels whenever I see her

When I see her…

she walks differently from everybody else

Me, I just go through my day before class routine

Make sure my work is done

Check…

Respond to any last minute messages before the lectures begin

Check...

Open Snap to see her daily streaks message with her beautiful smile

Check?

I might replay it because I love the feeling I get seeing her photogenic beauty

Sometimes I pretend it says good morning

Just so I feel like she thinks about me as much as I do her

She's just...

So adventurous

She's...

Powerful yet humble

Intelligent yet elegant

It's funny

She makes me want to serenade her

"Isn't she lovely" by Stevie Wonder

As she walks down the street

I know the song is about babies

But sometimes I just feel like it'd be nice to call her mine

I guess you could say I'm hopelessly in love with her

But if I had to be honest…

I don't mind