The first time I walked into this place
A light came glancing across her face
She was nervous I could see
yet she found the courage to smile at me

I burst into conversation abruptly
not showing any signs of my dignity
but she didn't seem to care
and it went on for hours from there

I thought about it for days and days
She seemed to be perfect in every way
I tried my best to be myself
and gave her a few books off my shelf

The thing about perfection is it's hard to hold
when one like me is much to bold
and the feeling I had when I caught sight of her with my eye
is no match for the tears I now cry