"My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own. My atoms love your atoms, it's chemistry"

Zephyr versed off the paper, standing in the front of class. His soft hues glancing up at you and then to his paper.

You were sitting in the front of his English class; he's had his eye on you since the first day. The only problem was, he wasn't good with words. But he was a great writer. Of course you didn't know his poems and quotes were about you, Zephyr could only hope you would catch on.