Ode to a Certain Boy

Ode to a Certain Boy

Whenever his name is casually mentioned,
My heartbeat tends to jump.
Whenever I imagine his smiling face,
My feet, they tend to trip.
Whenever his eyes happen to meet mine,
My mouth, it tends to smile.
Whenever I speak of the one I love,
My voice tends to rise in pitch.
Whenever his voice extends for me,
My face, it tends to blush.
Whenever I say his glorious name,
My voice, it tends to quiver.
Whenever he only happens to be near,
My heart, it tends to sing.

Signed,
         Clarissa Van Dell