Few Minutes Crush

In the midst of the night
Alone with books on the table
Thinking I must do right
Life isn’t a fable

As my untamed mind deviates
As in a dream I open the internet
Her face which no one can retaliate
In my ears I hear the sweet sound of a clarinet

The ice breaker of my heart
Lie frozen in my screen
Purely a god’s craftsman’s art
She was my hearts summer green

But I hear my books calling
Hesitantly shutting off the laptop in a rush
Back to the world without feeling
Never saw her again...story of my unanswered crush...