Silent crush

In the foyers where giggling winds around its tune,

I, a hostage to confidential, enthralled of the moon.

His presence, a tune in my heart's delicate murmur,

A kid happily, where my considerations capitulate.

Eyes that radiance like stars in the evening,

I get glimpses, my heart takes off.

In the homeroom's quiet, his giggling's the key,

Opening the delight that moves inside me.

Off-kilter looks, butterflies take off,

An orchestra of feelings, both unadulterated and light.

A squash unfurls, similar to petals spread out,

In the nursery of my heart, a mystery whirl.

His words, a piece, verbally expressed or unheard,

Each sentence, a magnum opus, each motion blended.

I paint our minutes with shades of blush,

A material of sentiments, a lively rush.

Dreams wait on the edge of my look,

A story untold in adoration's spiritualist labyrinth.

In the passageways where fate might convey,

I explore the murmurs of this quiet bliss.

However, in the calm corners of my spirit,

This squash, a fire, keeps on walking.

An adoration implicit, a story untold,

In the journal of my heart, it unfurls.