When I met you
The moment I first saw you,
my heart began to melt.
The pain inside was killing me,
because I couldn't tell you how I felt.
It's like the pain you feel
when it's love at first sight.
The kind that comforts and holds you
and says that everything's alright.
My heart began to race
when you started to walk toward me.
Were the emotions really there,
or was it just as it seemed?
I felt kind of stupid
when all I could say was,"HI!"
But you just smiled and waved
as you were walking by.
You turned around and asked
if I was someone you knew.
My heart skipped a beat;
I didn't know what to say or do.
I said,"I don't think so,
but I could be wrong."
It was one of those conversations that goes on and on,
until you realize it wasn't very long.
As you walked away, I thought this question:
How long will it be till I see you?
But then you turned around, as if you were reading my mind,
and gave a good suggestion.
With your wonderful smile and your calming voice
you asked about meeting me tomorrow.
I don't know why, but for the rest of the day
I was feeling nothing but sorrow.
I wanted to see you right after school.
I couldn't wait until tomorrow.
You put your arms around me and whispered in my ear,
"I feel the same way about you.
This is what I wanted you to hear!"