Googly eyes, and crooked smiles.
Gazing off and giggling loud.
Oh to be in love.
Waiting by the phone as long as it takes,
because you know he's asking you out sooner or later.
Then there's the contact,
the sweaty palms and blushing cheeks.
The loss of voice ant beating heart.
Let's not forget the anticipation, the slobbering, kissing, holding, breathing, panting, moaning, caressing, wishing.
One day you wake up and the kissing becomes sour,
the hugs are too tight.
The eyes are distant and to the sky.
The sweaty palm is now you fist about to fly across his face.
Oh to be in love.
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