I apologize for lusting after you in my private thoughts
although don’t worry, its nothing as lecherous as that may make it sound.
I think you’re pretty
that’s all I’m trying to say.
You look good in blue.
I try not to stare too much,
but when your blonde, curly hair is up in a bun
and you’re wearing bright azure
you look like a dream and its hard not to steal a glance.
I won’t focus on anything specific
but I can’t help and think
how dangerous your curves are.
And of course you have an accent.
French and sweet and soft.
I’ll keep my distance
and I’ll try not to admire you
but I hope you have someone who tells you
how beautiful you are.