A teenage girl’s first crush is . . . well, crushingHer body isn’t hers, nor is her mindShe finds herself shivering, shaking, blushingWeak, tormented, sick, and going blindAnd why? because some guy might look her wayThen cast his eyes as quickly to the groundSome special one, for reasons she can’t sayWhose voice makes her feel faint when he’s aroundBut now my crush on you has been returnedAnd so the two of us stand on some brinkIt can’t be love so young, and yet we’ve learneLove does its will, no matter what we thinkSlowly, slowly now–we mustn’t rushLet’s enjoy this first sweet teenage crush