My Bicycle and my Secret Crush

The mirror speaks so silently

I wear my warm violet sweater

Telling me he will be there today

Slumped on a birch tree alone

Reading always this one book

That’s about pure mathematics

But I tell myself he never ever

Looks up to see me so sweetly

Riding my gorgeous red bicycle

Which rings sweetly when I reach

The yellow gates of my lovely

Cottage that sits delightfully

On a cute nieghbourhood hill

Monday, he never looked up

Tuesday, he only flipped pages

Wednesday, he wrote on one

Thursday, he wore spectacles

Friday, when I ride back home

On my new bright red bicycle

He looks up and I do one, one

Silly silly thing, I blush hugely

My cheeks go dangerously red

My ears turn so naively crimson

And my nose is purely, madly

Like a big bright red tomato

But he does this one silly silly

Thing that surprises me totally

He truly smiles this very sexy

Virile smile that utterly robs

My dear dear innocent heart

And I ring the bell, he secretly

Waves, walks away confidenlty

And I take a huge deep breath

And open the funny yellow gate

My heart hammering like a

Cheerful thunderous stadium!