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This boy he walked into my life, 10th grade,

he's young and quiet, never wears a frown.

Intelligent, this boy became my aid,

his attitude fit on me like a gown.

He's a free spirit and I'm a lost cause.

He will have to leave me one day I fear,

for now, I will stay in this moments pause.

But when he's gone, my face, it floods with tears.

His spirit touched me on one rainy day,

time froze still, but my heart kept on beating,

his blush, so cute, took out all of my gray.

Eyes so beautiful, his body cheating.

As much as I'd love to just have one kiss,

his presence alone gives me enough bliss.