Love

And she texts me.
And she skypes with me.
And she plays piano.
Oh when she laughs, her eyes narrow.
Her hair, her eyes, her hands, just everything.
I want to hear her sing.
Her laugh is the cutest ever.
And she's oh so clever.

The way she says my name.
Damn it makes me go insane.
Her hands are like the hands of a Goddess.
And she will never be less.
Never will I tell her any of these things.
'Cause that's where the trouble begins.

And when I see her at school, I get this feeling.
At the moment I try to look at the floor or the ceiling.
Hijo De La Luna, Primavera, 9 Crimes, Requim for a dream,...
Her hair really looks like gold.
If I could buy it, then it's sold!

I know it sounds weird, but people get weird when they're in love.

(For Nenah)