Who is she

Who is she?
Every time I see her
walking beautifully down the hall
my heart pounds rapidly skipping a beat or two,
my stomach ties up weirdly forming a few knots,
my hands shake nervously causing a few sweats.
Who is she?
I try to say hi,
but I just stand there
with my mouth open and hand out.
Nothing comes out
nothing happens.
It was like time froze
except she was still moving
gracefully through the air.
Who is she?
She passes right by me
and smiles shyly.
I redden like a ripe cherry ready to get picked.
The question is
Who is she?

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