Hesistant, he feels
Drumming his fingers against his side
Keeping cool, as he tries
Directing attention to the sky
Nevously, he speaks
Commenting the beauty of the stars
Lousy, he feels
Attention is hard to get

Curious, is what he feels
Turning himself to face the girl
Warm, is his heart
As she chooses to smile at him
Shyness, he feels
Seems like fire behind his ears
Affection, he recieves
A pinch on the arm, a peck on the cheek
Peace, he attains
As the crickets suddenly shut up
Courage, he builds up
Reaching out for her hand
All ready, he speaks
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes," she says
No resistance to his tight grip
Speechless, they are
in a kiss.