Jessica (in math class)
She sits one row over,
three chairs ahead,
I sit and I ponder,
at my feelings unsaid.
Too scared to tell her,
this love that I feel,
would she believe,
that my love is real?
She's quiet and shy,
with shoulder length hair,
that burns scarlet passion,
in the flame ridden air.
Her eyes light with laughter,
they sparkle, oh so blue,
I'm entranced by her perfection,
and I don't know what to do.
When she stands to answer a question,
everything else disappears,
I gaze at her with longing and wish,
That I could hold her near.
I dread to hear the bell ring,
When she'll pack her things and leave,
Until tomorrow's math class,
My Heart and Soul will grieve.
