A chuckle sounds from across the room,
but I don't even have to glance.
I can already imagine his perfect appearance,
his broad shoulders and perfect stance.
A rapid tempo comes to life,
like my heart beats in a race.
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
to be held in his warm embrace.
Suddenly a beautiful smile erupts,
followed by a sliver of hearty laughter.
Girls admire his unique sound,
and love him from there after.
I catch a glimpse and turn around,
away from what will never be.
Because the boy with perfect white wings,
would never want a fallen angel like me.
