I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know

I do not know you well, but what I knowEnchants me, like a song sung far away.I cannot hear the words, but what they sayHangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hairAnd wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,Driven by a dream I can't control.I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

A Teenage Girl's First Crush

A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.And why? Because some guy might look her way,Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;Some special one, for reasons she can't say,Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.But now my crush on you has been returned,And so the two of us stand on some brink:It can't be love so young, and yet we've learnedLove does its will, no matter what we think.Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.