Crush.

I saw pretty and wondered where you came from...
I came for a closer look and pretty as you are, you bit me...
Curious to why something so pretty should bite...
I observed from afar and near enough to hear...
And I heard a beautiful song from such a pretty being...
Is your song empty promises or are they eternally faithful?
I began to wonder, what will I find, hidden in your garden?

I walked to your gate.
I said hello and vocally admired your beauty.
This time pretty smiled, then I left.
I returned to your gate.
And there we spoke.
Three words I spoke of you: attractive, mysterious, interesting.
You opened ajar your gate.

Into uncharted territory.
Emotions stirred wanted, but not wanted.
We walk side by side.
I look forward to see.
Friend you are.
But cannot resist, also my crush.