I wrote this during class one day. There is a story behind this poem. I sit behind her fourth period and I almost worked up the courage to tell her I like her, but before I did we moved to watch a funny presentation made by some fellow classmates. (Kudos to anyone who can figure out the allusion in line 7)

Desire to be inspired by the fire
That burns inside my heart
Destined to be imprisoned without reason
Unless I make my start
Yearning for the churning in my stomach
To come to an end
To tame the tiger, become the lamb
In the pasture I tend

A smile I don when my swan, she yawns
It's lame, it's true
My mind, confused
But I can't help what I feel
In my heart it is real

In the spur of the moment, a thought appears
Could this be the moment of courage, right here?
But, alas, I am asked away from my seat
Another day, I'm afraid, I'll attempt this feat