Poem

A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing. Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind. She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing, Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind. And why? Because some guy might look her way, Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground; Some special one, for reasons she can't say, Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around. But now my crush on you has been returned, And so the two of us stand on some brink: It can't be love so young, and yet we've learned Love does its will, no matter what we think. Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush: Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.