The Clock Strikes Twelve

Though this is sure to be a total disaster
I still want to get your heart beating faster.
I want you to see me, into me
my Romeo is what I want you to be,
I want to know how a heart gloats
to pass tiny private notes
and forget the world to see your face.
I want to be next to you, in her place,
but her short little skirt and inviting smile
are leaving me in the dust all the while.
I imagine the feel of my hand on your cheek
such thoughts leave me weak.
Do you know my heart could be yours so easily?
And it would no longer be inside of me.
If sweet words would only fall from your mouth
my heart would be heading south
falling into you, everything you are.
For my night you are the star
flaring too brightly to be missed
devastating by leaving lips unkissed.
In and out, my thoughts weave
leaving my heart on the end of my sleeve.
There it will stay, I can't have it back
now that it's yours, because I've lost track,
forgetting how I was before
now all I want is more.
More than fairytales at bedtime
that end so sweetly in rhyme
a princess woken by our hero's kiss
catching her heart, too close to miss.
But this is no storybook,
love is not given in a look,
I know you will not answer my call
and let me fall,
because you are not the one for me
so I close these pages and let it be.