Why?

Why do I like him?

Why does my heart race at the thought of him?

Why am I nervous when he is near?

Why do I get clammy when he starts talking?

Why do I like him?

 

Is it because of his short dark hair?

Or the intensity of his brown eyes that make me blush when he stares?

Maybe it's the kindness he hides behind the shyness.

Why do I like him?

 

Is it his passion for God and love of the Word?

Or is it the voice I have not heard?

 

Oh have I yet to gaze in his eyes,

To find out where these feelings lie.

Why do I like him? Will I ever know?

Or will it be a mystery, I have yet to solve?

This poem is about: 
Me

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