You, with the perfect body,
And the gorgeous eyes,
Luscious hair and
Everything else that makes you, you

It matters what is on the inside,
Yes, I know well,
But what is on your outside,
Is making my insides melt.

Your eyes that shine so blue,
Like a river or the sky,
Blind me, each and every time
We glance for a second too long

The body of an athlete
For what you are,
Makes me stare
At the hills-mountains-of muscles

And your golden locks of hair,
That I dream of-
Running my fingers through,
Causes me stare over and over again

The style of a model,
Which you are in my eyes,
Leaves me sightless
Each time I take a glimpse

But you don’t know I exist,
Because to you, I am a nobody
Do you even know my name?
Well, I doubt it.

So, I will continue to stare,
But this time,
I will stare-
Just with a broken heart.

For I know,
The guy with it all on the outside
Never, ever
Has anything to offer on the inside.