Angel Out Of Time

How do you tell the one you're thinking about,

that since day one you can't figure out, 

why she's in your head, 24/7?

Should I write her some lines, that rhyme? 

Or maybe find a clever sentence or two,

and draw a picture to boot,

to show her how I feel. But wait. 

You have to be more subtle then that,

but this reaction, is it false or fact? Is it true?

All I know is I think and I thought, 

on the kiss and the talks, 

how my head spun like a top.

That someone so beautiful, could be so amusing yet so quiet. 

That even though she dressed all in black, 

she was the brightest in fact, in the room.

I'd wage in the city, but my eyes were focused so clearly, 

on this angel on Earth, that I could not check to see. 

It took all I could and can, to not let my mind wander to her beautiful hands,

touching mine as we danced, this moment if only could last forever.

As she pressed against me so softly, laughing and staring. 

Her smile so daring for the shy creature, that I care not of my woes,

only the desire to have her laugh some more.

I wish to have her near, so that I may brush the hair from her ear,

kiss her gently on the cheek as I speak the affection my heart leaks. 

How do I tell her these words without sounding disturbed? 

Or mentally deranged.

My head tells me to stop obsessing, that my heart is stressing me out.

But I can't help what I feel, in fact its surreal how one simple thought

of this cutie can topple my best laid plans,

of staying focused at the task at hand, and my mind unwinds. 

Please won't you be mine, my angel out of time.  

And take this heartache away.