the call.
When I fell asleep I was nervous.
When I woke up I was scared.
I checked my e-mail a good 20 times,
just to know it wasn't there.
If teenage boys wrote erotica, this world would fight no wars.
And just recieving your home phone number, was a final score.
'Cause I know you'd think it strange, to have your name in a poem, Timothy.
But you have a smile that lights up my heart,
and a dimples that could make me cry.
I never think I've been this nervous, but at least I have a reason why.
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