In Jr. High I had a big crush, 

on a basketball player named Tim. 

Knew nothing of love, but he gave me a rush, 

only fifteen but I wanted him. 

He was really tall, blonde and handsome, 

he was popular, confident, bold. 

The scoundrel, he held my heart ransom, 

but he knew not, for I never told. 

He never noticed that I was alive, 

though we had the same class for homeroom. 

Just one smile would have made my heart thrive, 

so in love, that I'd see him and swoon. 

I was so shy, I always felt less, 

having friends, a foreign concept to me. 

In love at fifteen, oh what a mess! 

Falling for him was not meant to be. 

I guarded my heart then, always on alert, 

I think about him still, to this day. 

Puppy love, unrequited, did hurt,

until my one true soulmate came my way.