Crush

I'm ready to admire someone, albeit secretly.
I'm ready to write sigh-inducing poetry
that elicits profound discovery
of perhaps intimacy,
Veritably from fantasy.
I'm ready for the butterflies and the palpitations,
Undercover exhilaration and lightweight perspiration,
Stolen glances with some eye-contact hesitation,
Tongue-tied invitations
for private conversations,
All for the object of my fascination.
I am ready.