My Tiny 'Crush'
He came, I saw, he conquered, Smitten, I quietly pondered. What was it about him that made me blush, His eyes were hypnotic, his voice sent a rush. Genuinely caring he'd hold my hand, And I would skip a beat, just quietly stand. He'd flirt & I'd flirt right back, Innocence it was, tact he lacked. A man of his word, he'd care for everyone, Loved his beer and for a puff he'd run, Jokes apart, a loving friend I found, In a world of fakes all around...