My Perfect Match (a tennis court crush)

Beads of sweat form on you brow
As you power through you're serve.
I shuffle and I stroke it back
With charming spin and curve.

You slash it straight across the court
With distinguished power and speed,
Following though up past your neck.
A charming sight indeed.

"That's a point for me," you say
With a jaunty grin.
I was no match for your graceful sweeps.
I knew that you would win.

Yet I wish that I could play you
Every single day
For everything about you
Is perfect in some way.

Your caramel eyes with flecks of gold
That twinkle in the light
And your thick brown hair and splendid smile
Make me grip my racquet tight.

I can't wait to go to practice
Just to see your handsome face.
I want to be your girlfriend.
And I long for your embrace.

But you are just so popular.
Do you even know my name?
If I talk to you in math class
Will things still be the same?

Do I ever cross you mind at all?
Will I ever have a chance?
I watch you from across the net
As you take your stance.

You land another awesome serve.
And I stroke it back with poise.
You're too good for me in every way.
You're not like other boys.