We exchanged looks at the library,
And I knew your face was new.
Little did I know back then,
That with time I’d start caring for you.
You seemed so pretty and jolly,
Always sporting a bright sunny smile.
Your stupid Manchester City jersey annoyed me though,
I could spot it from a mile.
I don’t know how it happened,
How we came so close.
I think I was in awe of one of your photos,
Where you held a striking pose.
I can imagine your face while I write this,
You seemed so weirdly amused.
Your eyebrows up and nostrils flaring,
While of being stupid I get accused.
I enjoy the wisdom that comes with your maturity,
I admire your heart and its purity.
You bring with yourself a mixture of beauty, joy and grace,
Your presence surely makes this world a better place.