The boy sat in front of me, blocking that board.
Any time he looked my way, my weak heart soared.
I could barely pay attention in class, nearly did he.
Our butterfly eruption, we were too shy to see.

I'd ask him math questions, for a little attention.
We'd play cards, all class, get stuck in detention.
Years later we'd meet again, who knew.
Turns out our crush was love that is true.

Author's Note:

Challenge Prompt

My muse is my partner, who I met in high school. We didn't get together until much later. He doesn't get poetry, but he likes when I write about him. He pretends he doesn't, but he's always looking over my shoulder when I'm writing.