My love for this lady, burns so deep;
her smile, her eyes, down to her feet.
I often quiver when she talks to me,
I stutter and sweat, I smile in glee.
These shackles of love keep me locked down;
my love is unnoticed, I'm trapped, I'm bound.
I feel like a spirit in her dreams,
just floating by, through her thought stream.
She's pretty, I'm not; she's happy, I'm sad.
I'm lonely, she's loved, I'm black, she's plaid.
I sat at my desk, staring into her eyes;
she moves so softly, like an angel in disguise.
My love is a fantasy, and will never be real;
Forever locked, and shut with a seal.
She'll never be mine, I know it's true.
She called my name and said, wake up your paper is due.
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