Guts

With her she had some classses
Ok. . .ok. . .maybe just one class
But she saw her damn near everyday.
Her eyes always seemed to wander
Toward her general way.
Quite the crush had developed;
Within love she was enveloped.
She could of asked her right away,
But didn't have the guts.

If she peered a little left
And tilted her head correctly,
She could face the teacher, yet
Still watch her indirectly.
She was ever a distraction;
She couldn't even do the
Work that was handed to her. . .
All but three words she could say;
She didn't have the guts

Just a single moment needed
Yet many a moments passed.
While unrequited love grew deeper,
Quickly the years elapsed.

They thought their fears to be a crime
And made me write this sappy rhyme,
To warn you all this very day;
You'd better have the guts. . .

*Copyright 2007