In Between Math Class and Gym Class

I wander by

Seems like I’m in a stupor

How wasn’t I knocked off my feet before

Like I’m a man whose first name is Super

But I’m no savior

I more or less need saving

She looks like the perfect candidate

No more procrastinating

I open my eyes just to close them again

The essential radiance of her beauty is blinding

I can’t forget her not even for a second

Fast forward to the plays again in my head stopping only for the rewinding

And after a while, once I’ve walked that mile

I take one step back to feel her pushing me ahead

The thought of this one thing that exists that makes me feel like this

Trying to fathom this, my neck drops my head, my brain feels like lead

She smiles at me and asks my name

I open my mouth and my mind tells her it’s “your first love”

Luckily my mouth says Gerald C. Pittman

She smiles and again I have to close my eyes because it’s like the heavens opened above

She begins to reply but my ears begin to rely on my eyes to do their job

“My name is” I can barely hear her but her name rhymes with fire

How adequate, because at the moment I’m burning up

I can’t take my eyes off her eyes, the girl whose name sounds like desire

She became an angel saying all the right things,

“So when are you going to ask me out?” asked the girl with the flame for a name

And with that question she earned her wings

My life would never be the same

Then she said she’d been waiting for weeks

I say, “Have we met before”

She just laughed like this girl I met a while back

Wait… aw man I gotta watch what I ignore…