When I feel that rush, my heart always skips


    but is that actual love or just my imagination?


    My brow sweats, there''s a dryness on thy lips


    is this feeling authentic or just lively flirtation?


    I don''t know a thing about her, not even a name


    as I admire the fair lady from across the room.


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    but I''ll remember her smile, giggle and perfume.


    Yet watch is all I can do as I''m simply too afraid


    of the rejection that would likely be handed out.


    I fear she is spoken for or might respond with jade


    I''m unable to move, despite my ongoing drought.


    This happens so often it''s becoming quite tiring


    the ongoing quest to find one person who is caring.